Twittering....

The birds that rowed through the mountains and forests, fell on the old pine branches, and the scholars who looked not far from the tombstone below blinked their bird eyes, and jumped down and jumped on the tombstone with curiosity.

On the white paper, the ink outlines the outline of a figure, arranged in an array, with spears like a forest, the tip of the pen wandering, embellished with iron armor, and the neighing posture of a war horse.

The scholar's wide sleeves are flying, the brush is horizontal, a flag seems to be rolling in the wind, spreading left and right, and countless soldiers are charging into battle, revealing the breath of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

He knew that the emperor of the Chen Dynasty was not fond of killing, but in order to prevent the other party from jumping over the wall in a hurry, he had to put an enchantment on Lujia Village and Beicun, and it was best to control the enchantment around Qixia Mountain.

"I hope you'll be able to get out of here. ”

The brush put aside the ink inkstone, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stool, stretched out his hand to the old pine, the dew accumulated on the branches and leaves trembled, and pulled out a slender line of water in his hand to condense a fist-sized droplet.

In the next second, it turned into mist and sprinkled on the scroll.

'Kill-'

Sigh Rhythm !!

There are countless fighting cries in the painting, the war horses roar, the faint "white" word flag rolls up from the stillness, as if in the wind, the faces of the soldiers below are fierce and fierce, waving weapons and running wildly on the picture scroll, the cavalry rushes through the crowd, the road rushes, the horses flick their tails, the people stand up, the people on horseback, the sword-wielding general's cloak hunts, and the sword swings horizontally!

In the ink painting, the characters seem to come to life one by one.

"Good life, this is not possible. ”

I don't know when, the toad Taoist stood on a blue rock not far away, looked at the sea of clouds in the mountains with a black-veined gourd on his back, and turned his face when he heard the apprentice's voice 'Master'.

"With the way of illusion, you will enter the great success, but the light has its form, there is no god, it is just an illusion, and it is useless in front of people who have cultivated to a high level. ”

He jumped off the big rock, walked over his apprentice's knees with his flippers, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, just like when Qishan returned to the peak......

Lu Liangsheng calmed down, looked at the word 'white' painted on the banner, and suddenly thought of an idea and said, "Master, wait a minute." He cast the spell of shrinking the ground into inches, walked all the way back to the village, ignored Lu Laoshi, who was pulling the stone mill for the old donkey in the donkey shed, and went straight into the room to find a book and a blank piece of paper.

"Maybe it works!"

Back on Qixia Mountain, Lu Liangsheng conjured up a stone platform, flattened the paper, and the tip of the pen quickly swam away with mana.

"Qin has a famous general, surprisingly endless, the sound shocks the world, the south pulls out the Yingdu, the north pits Zhao Kuo, and ends more than 70 cities, so that Qin has the emperor's industry, the success has been completed, please ...... for Wu'an"

On the spread of the paper, there was a sacrificial text, sprinkled with dozens of words, impassioned, the life of the famous general of the pre-Qin Dynasty, after checking that it was correct, Lu Liangsheng picked up the sacrificial text and walked to the easel, ignited the flames, and burned it in front of the painting.

The next moment, in the lower corner of the right side of the scroll, a line of small characters was engraved like a sword

- Wu Anjun.

"It's done. ”

Sure enough, the mana in the scroll circulates on its own, and if it is not commonly used, it can be kept for at least five years.

Probably thinking of this new idea, Lu Liangsheng was tired of painting several different pictures, including a giant beast with several heads, a monkey crushed under the mountain, a big bird covered in flames, and a giant holding a wine altar......

"When you have the best materials and refine these paintings into magic weapons, maybe the effect will be different. ”

The toad Taoist watched him get busy, his eyes were straight, and the extremely realistic painting Tao was based on the Confucianism and Taoism to sacrifice the soul, if it was refined into a magic weapon, it would be ......

His mother, the old man just mentioned it, can this be inferred?

Thinking about it for a moment, his body suddenly lightened, and he was grabbed by Lu Liangsheng and put it on his shoulder, and he heard the scholar say: "Master, while it's still early, call the Daoist, let's set up an illusion circle around Qixia Mountain." ”

"Slow down, slow down, ahh......hhh

The voice of the toad Daoist lengthened in the air, Lu Liangsheng jumped into the sky, his figure was blurred, and in the next second, he had fallen to the mountain road below, and whistled towards the village below the mountain.

The whistle was mixed with mana, echoing through the mountains.

The old donkey in the village trembled his ears, raised the donkey's head excitedly, and Lu Laoshi on the side was still driving it: "Don't move all day long, don't have the strength to ......" The words have not been finished, the old donkey hissed, gouged up his hooves, turned around and ran to the entrance of the village, the rope on the body was tight, and he pulled the stone mill and smashed it on the ground, and with the donkey's body running wildly, dragging on the ground to squeeze out a deep scar, until the rope was broken.

"My grind!" Lu Laoshi looked at the stone mill that was only half left, and wanted to cry without tears.

Close to the dam at the entrance of the village, the Taoist flew in mid-air, his palms were slammed on the muscles and knots, and his sweat-stained chest was as hard as an iron plate, and the palm prints hit it quickly, leaving no red marks on his five fingers.

With a loud shout, the eight people ran their strength, put on their own postures, and there was a soft sound of 'click' bones, and the light around them could be vaguely distorted, and the energy burst out.

“....... Lu Liangsheng only taught you the kung fu that he practiced?"

Sun Yingxian looked at the eight people full of muscles, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, just after a bit of skill, these eight people didn't know any moves, so they concentrated on practicing the kung fu of forging their bodies in unison, almost to the point of invulnerability, plus the joint efforts of the eight people, standing in front of him was like a fucking iron wall, he couldn't beat it, and he couldn't push it away.

It's just eight freaks.

The whistle came, and the Taoist saw the roar of "ah-" from eight people in a row, and hurriedly stepped back and waved his hand.

"No fight, no fight. ”

Ahead, the old donkey neighed and ran through, Sun Yingxian turned around and ran, jumped on the back of the donkey, and went to the road outside the village as soon as he slipped away, a golden lodging field, busy farmers could be seen everywhere, Lu Liangsheng, who was dressed in white and blue robes, squatted on the ridge of the field, laughed with a three- or four-year-old girl with pigtails, and gave her candy cubes.

Hearing the sound of the rattle swaying, he straightened up and stroked the little girl's head.

"Don't run around, just wait for your father and mother in the field. ”

"Hmm!"

The little girl licked the candy, nodded obediently, and waved her little hand at the scholar who passed by: "Goodbye Mr. Lu!

"Goodbye. ”

The toad Taoist lay on the apprentice's shoulder and rolled his eyes: "Why is the old man just this ..... forget it, and don't care about a child." ”

Hearing this, Lu Liangsheng smiled and pulled the hem of his robe slightly, walked up to the road, and the old donkey also happened to come over, stretched out his tongue and licked it in the palm of the master's hand.

"Lao Lu, what are you looking for this way to do?"

The scholar stroked the donkey's mane, and his eyes swept over the stretching Qixia Mountain, and the words softly spat out from his lips, word by word.

"Here, lay down the circle. ”

......

When the sun rose in the sky, the little girl sitting on the edge of the field licked the candy cube in her hand, and when she wanted to look at Mr. Lu who gave her candy again, there was no one on the road.