Treading .....

Pedal Pedal .....

The robe was undulating, Lu Liangsheng rushed through the stone steps with steps, and there was a tribute platform on the rain prayer platform.

The scholar took out the ink block and crushed it, patted it on it, poured a little water, grinded it directly with his thumb, and glanced back.

Below, the old donkey was running humming, as if dragging something, and Zhu Ziyi, who was chasing, was also about to reach the bottom of the prayer platform, a little farther away, the city gate was chaotic, and the prefect who almost killed his wife to eat with the victims in order to quell the civil unrest.......

"As long as the rain comes, I don't know if the fire can be broken, I don't know ......"

Lu Liangsheng stopped his ink-stained thumb, took a brush and dipped it on it.

“....... At the very least, when the rain falls, they can see hope...... There will be no civil unrest......"

Under the stone platform, the stone wall shook for a moment, Zhu Ziyi stepped on it, rushed to the high platform with a sword, and in the murmur of the scholar with his back, he turned sideways suddenly, and waved his wide sleeves.

"Get down!!"

In Lu Liangsheng's violent drinking, the tip of the pen pulled out the ink and threw out an arc in mid-air, condensed into solid, and instantly stopped Zhu Ziyi, who was rushing over, and when the latter made a dodging action, the scholar's heavy drinking, as if there was a force, stunned him for a moment.

"Confucian ......"

Moment.

The moment the ink line flew and touched the other party's robe, it became soft as a rope, binding him firmly, and he fell to the high platform without stopping.

Boom.

Hit the ground hard.

The old donkey not far away stopped his hooves at the mouth of the stone steps, swinging his mane, humming and spewing heavily, and the toad got up and kicked the donkey's hooves fiercely, looking at the monk who was tied up over there, he exhaled a sigh of relief, and grinned gloatingly.

"It doesn't taste good to be tied...... Hahaha......"

Turning over the gourd behind him, the flippers stepped on the ground, dragged the long tongue that flung out of his mouth and ran over excitedly, jumped up and jumped to Zhu Ziyi's chest, and aimed the gourd mouth at the other party.

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

"Toad demon?"

Zhu Ziyi hurriedly closed his mouth, turned his head, and the magic sword fell not far away, and he couldn't reach it at all, so he twisted his body and struggled, but he didn't speak.

"His mother!"

The toad held the purple-gold black-veined gourd and turned its head, and both cheeks were bulging with round bubbles.

"The toad demon is also what your junior should be called?!"

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

Zhu Ziyi hurriedly spoke, and the round bottom of the gourd slammed into his face.

Bang!

Bang!

"Don't open your mouth, quack!"

The gourd lifted and fell, blood splattering.

.......

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

The green ink is a little bit on the white paper from the tip of the pen, the mana is infused, the ink stains are extended, the mountains are formed, and the plants and trees rise from the ground.

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

"...... also want to be cloudy. ”

The tip of the pen follows the sound of a slight opening of the mouth, outlining the gusts of gale and the long clouds.

In the distance, chaos continued from the rear, pouring into the quiet crowd ahead, the woman holding the child was crushed down, the child looked at the bloody mother in horror, wow wow crying, in the crowd, the wind blew, and the dust rolled up the sky.

Many people raised their arms to cover their mouths and noses and shouted.

"It's so windy...... "What's going on?" "Don't squeeze it, it's stepping on someone." ”

"Don't believe the words of the dog officials in the city......"

Different sounds were mixed, and at this moment, a loud bang exploded in the night sky, and the originally noisy and chaotic movements were completely quiet.

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

At the head of the city, the prefect with a half-cut sword cried out, the official robe was hunting and stroking in the wind, his beard was stroking, and he raised his round face to look at the dark sky, and there was a blue and white electric light flashing under his eyes.

"This ..... this is ......"

Boom, another thunderclap rolled across the sky, and lightning pierced through the clouds, illuminating the earth, reflecting the stunned faces. "It's a thunder ....."

"It's thundering. ”

Then, there were heart-rending cries in the crowd.

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

On the platform for rain, the tip of the pen is still swimming, and there are countless crying words in the ears, and every time the pen is placed, the clouds in the night sky are spreading and surging, and the thunder and lightning are splitting down.

In the blue and white light, the scholar's robe flew up, and little by little the crimson slid across his mouth and nose, dripping on the scroll.

Next.....

Lu Liangsheng took a breath and suddenly grasped the barrel of the pen with both hands, as if some invisible force was preventing him from falling.

"......I'm not rare for ...... immortals"

"It's not uncommon to be an official...... I live in the world, only for ..... only for ......"

The tip of the pen falls little by little, the rain clouds roll, the lightning and thunder, and the rain that falls down the sky moistens the earth.

Lu Liangsheng pressed the brush and kept falling to embellish the paper, and the blood in his eyes and ears oozed out.

A certain moment.

The scroll slammed into the sky in his hand.

"Just beg, there are few dead people on this side......."

......

Under the high platform, the toad Taoist who was riding on Zhu Ziyi's face stopped the gourd, and something fell from the sky, falling on the ground and 'snorting' a wisp of white smoke.

"It's raining?"

The toad Taoist remembered the words of his previous apprentice, and then realized...... Thinking of this, he hurriedly jumped down and ran towards the rain platform.

"That's a good man...... You're going to be struck by lightning, do you know!" the toad shouted as he looked at the scholar on the high platform.

Syllable....

Bang Bang Bang ......

The 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 touched the water stains on his face and muttered, "It's over......"

As far as he could see, white smoke rose from the long-dry earth, a sign that the fire had been touched, and soon the raindrops joined the heavens and the earth, and the torrential rain fell.

Whoa.....

Countless victims of the city stretched out their hands to hold the rain falling from the sky, looked at the high platform illuminated by lightning, and held the lonely figure of the picture scroll, crying out.

The black pressed figures knelt down one by one.

On the castle tower.

The prefect threw away the broken sword with a bang, raised his hands and bowed to the high platform.

"The prefect of Liyang congratulates the people of Liangzhou on behalf of the people, and thanks to the master's life!"

Between the earth, the mist was steaming, the toad stepped on the stone steps, rushed and shouted, the clouds above Lu Liangsheng's head swirled a whirlpool, and the blue and white electric light turned into glow and shimmered in the clouds.

"Good life!!"

The toad shouted, and he was still a few steps away, and jumped up, and the scholar over there staggered his head, his nose, mouth, eyes and ears were full of blood, and he was still laughing.

"Master...... I did it. ”

At this moment, the sky roared loudly, thunder roared, and glowing yellow lightning broke through the swirling clouds and fell.

In the hands of the short figure that jumped up, something was also thrown out - a purple-gold black-veined gourd.

The moment the thunder touched the gourd.

It was as if everything in heaven and earth was still for a moment, and then, the dazzling light was like a wave that pushed away from the rain platform as the center, and the falling rain was instantly distorted and stagnant.

The entire platform burst inch by inch, and the masonry was shattered and splashed everywhere.

In the strong light, the figure of the scholar flew out horizontally, smashed in front of the crowd, and pushed out a ravine, his body and robe were scorched black, and he lay motionless on the ground.

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

"Good Life ......"

"Childe!!"

"Lao Lu—"

Nie Honglian and Sun Yingxian cried and rushed towards this side.

Zhu Ziyi, who had lost the shackles of mana, his face was covered with blood, where was the appearance of a middle-aged Confucian student, he picked up the magic sword on the ground, and laughed.

"Against the sky...... The little monk who built the foundation also dared to go against the sky, hahaha-"

Behind him, the subordinates who rushed over hurriedly helped him.

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

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

"You are not allowed to hurt Big Brother!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Leave her aside. ”

The monks reached out to grab it, and then their hands stopped halfway, and in the middle of the view, the old man, the young man, and the woman stood cautiously with their feet in front of the little girl, and then more and more people came out, separated in the middle, forming a thick human wall.

"Leave them alone, kill the scholars!"

Zhu Ziyi was still shouting.

Shout.

An arrow struck, nailed weakly several feet away.

"I'll see who dares to do it-"

On the tower of the city, the fat prefect found a sword out of nowhere and held it in his hand.

"In your cultivation, people don't want to be considerate of the safety of the people, and they dare to commit murder. ”

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

"Soldier, out of the city, Mr. Ying. ”