"Rock sugar gourd~~ fragrant and crispy rock sugar gourd!"

"Crisp pears, sell crisp pears!"

"Cooking cakes, beautiful and ..... cooking cakes. ”

The short merchant carried the load and the basket to the side of the street, and in the midst of the noise and clamour, Sun Yingxian frowned and walked back, approached the eaves, and glanced at the shop in front of him.

A man dressed in a public costume was talking to the shopkeeper in the room, and took out a scroll of paintings in his arms.

"Shopkeeper, how much is this worth?"

"It's hard to say, non-famous calligraphy and painting have always been cheaper, but on this, the painting is exquisite. ”

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper pinched the tip of his beard and looked at the scroll for a while, shaking his head slightly: "It's a pity that there is a crack in the middle of this painting, even if it is repaired, it will damage the whole painting." ”

"You just set a price, how much do you charge?"

"In this way, ten taels, even if the official takes it elsewhere and sells it, it is estimated that it is this price. ”

The Taoist, who had been listening outside for a while, went in with a blinding method, looked at the picture scroll unfolded in the shopkeeper's hand, it was a moment of a fierce beast, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

"Where did you get this painting?!"

The shopkeeper and the catcher were startled by a sudden sound, and suddenly saw a Taoist beside him, and the catcher held the handle of the knife and hurriedly withdrew two steps.

"Who are you?"

"Ben Dao asks you, this painting came from-"

Sun Yingxian raised his foot, the tip of his foot was on the head of the knife, and the blade of the knife that was originally drawn was pushed back into the sheath.

Raising the painting in his hand, the Taoist approached and dragged the placket of the fast clothes in front of him.

"This painting, from the hand of my friend, carries it with me on weekdays, how did it get into your hands?"

"What are your friends! This is the manifestation of the gods of Yingshi Mountain that day, and I waited in the attic in the mountain!"

Seeing that there was a reason for the incident, he was not in a hurry to do it, and argued with the Taoist people, speaking of the red light that day, the sound of the law spread throughout the city, and even the shopkeeper over there nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this Taoist chief, on that day, the gods did appear and inform that there were demons and evil people who imprisoned women and children in the mountains to sacrifice evil spirits, and a few days ago we also saw the rescued women and children, it was true. ”

Here, Sun Yingxian calmed down somewhat, just now he saw that there was a knife on the painting scroll, thinking that something had happened to Lu Liangsheng, so he was a little anxious, and now he heard others testifying, withdrew his hand, and asked the whole thing with a deep breath, and saw a scholar and an old donkey.

The catcher also answered one by one.

"I didn't see the immortal chief, so I probably left first. ”

Most of the time it was Lao Lu who was not used to seeing evil things and had a fight with someone, and it happened that his things were here, and I could also find a place for him to go.

After thinking about it, the Taoist confessed his previous recklessness.

"Since this painting is in your hands, I won't snatch it, but can you lend it to me?"

Catch quickly hesitated, or handed it to the other party, Sun Yingxian didn't care about the two people on the side, touched the scroll with his fingertips, pinched his fingers and rolled up his wide sleeves, threw the scroll back, turned around and walked outside, and walked outside, using the obstruction method, passing through the street to pedestrians, quickly out of the city, standing on the side of the road, and spreading the clenched fists in his hands.

A wisp of white gas swirled and drifted to the west.

"Could it be that Lao Lu went to Chang'an? That's right, if you come to the Northern Zhou Dynasty and don't go to Chang'an to see, wouldn't you come for nothing? ”

Finding a no-man's land, sacrificing the earth, along the outskirts of the field, arching a mass of dirt and spreading towards the west, disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Streaming down~~~

The mud and soil arched and fell, following the spell cast, extending all the way, the dead branches and leaves on the ground were avoided under the spell, the mana was exhausted, the Taoist drilled out of the ground, immediately marked the magic talisman, and followed the breath of Lu Liangsheng and then hurried forward.

For two days, he didn't go to Chang'an, but followed the tracing spell to the junction of Jinzhou.

"This Mr. Lu Da ..... teasing this way. ”

In the afternoon of this day, Sun Yingxian looked at the outline of the city in the distance, sat on a tree depressedly, and ate this dry food.

...... The old mother's mother had already snatched the scroll from the picture.

"What should I do now? Go north to Chang'an, or continue to look here? I knew that this road would come to deliver the letter, and my old mother was about to break her legs......

Along the way, the earth escape technique was used in a hurry, and it was sometimes difficult to discern the direction underground, and several times I hit a tree stump or a half-buried rock, and my head was held up with a few small bags.

Boom Boom –

The thunder rolled across the sky, and the Taoist took a bite of the dry cake and looked up at the sky, which was gloomy and gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

Not far from the road, the business trips of the car were not a strange scene, and it was rare for the Taoist to see it, and he scolded: "Ghost God." Suddenly, there was a roar of horses' hooves, and he turned his head to look away.

"Drive!"

On the official road from north to south, a team of horses galloped in, all of them were high-headed horses, and at a glance they knew that they were war horses.

A voice shouted in the horse team: "Shang Yong is ahead!"

"Phew—"

Hearing this, the horse team on the galloping road slowed down, and the leader of the man was strong and majestic, pulled the reins, and raised his hand to stop the people behind.

"That Mr. Lu, is this what you can talk about?"

In the rear, he rode up and handed over: "Brother clan, this is it, Lu Liangsheng and his brother agreed to meet ten miles away in the southern suburbs of Shangyong, he is a decent person, and he should not lie." ”

The person who spoke, with a sword behind his back, was wearing a wrist-bound robe, with a jade pendant hanging from a long cyan belt around his waist, his face was thin, but his eyes were full of energy, it was Yang Su in the country inn that day.

The horse-headed one in front of him is Yang Jian, who came to meet him.

Untied the water bag on his waist, took a sip, and when he heard the clan brother's words, he smiled:

"I'm not worried, it's the first time to let a stranger meet, and I'm still a little worried about my brother's heart, if the face is not good, then how can I deal with myself?" hahaha!"

He laughed heroically, waved his whip, and whipped it.

"Let's go, speed up the pace, hurry to the southern suburbs for ten miles, Chang'an is inseparable!"

The sound of horses' hooves rose again, and in a series of loud shouts of "driving", the horse team went south on the official road, and at the other end, on the tree not far away, Sun Yingxian pulled out the branch and looked at the smoke and dust raised by the official road.

"They are also looking for Lao Lu, and it seems that they have agreed on a location, hehe, just right!"

Jumping down from the tree, sacrificing the escape technique, one head into the soil, straight along the field, arching the soil bag and extending rapidly, five miles to the south, the mountain is rugged, mostly grass, trees and rocks, the escape technique is not very useful here, Sun Yingxian can only rely on the magic to estimate the distance on the mountain road.

Wow –

The old crow stood at the edge of the forest in front of him and cried, and the Taoist who followed the road looked around, and there was nothing but a pavilion.

Bang.

The thunder rang out again, and the sky was gloomy and terrible.

Sun Yingxian hurriedly hid in the pavilion, but the rain did not fall, "This ghost God, scare people, right......"

At this time, in the line of sight that swept around, I suddenly saw an old man walking through the forest with firewood on his back, thinking that it was a nearby villager, and he could also ask for directions.

"Hey, old man in front!"

The Taoist ran out of the pavilion and chased into the woods, and the old man carrying the firewood in front of him had some ears, and he didn't seem to hear him shouting, so he still walked forward, and soon came to a ruined temple and walked in.

"Lanruo Temple?"

Looking at the inscription on the stone stele, Sun Yingxian frowned, this old man doesn't go home, what are you doing in this broken temple?

...... Wait, there's a demonic spirit!

"Old man, don't go in!"

The Taoist turned out the yellow bag of rune paper on his waist, and chased after him with the bronze mirror of subduing demons, and saw that at the gate of the temple, there were five old people, some of them were cooking in a pot and raising smoke, and some were holding brooms to clean up the fallen leaves in front of the temple gate.

These people ...... The Taoist approached the past, and vaguely felt that the old man had been extracted from the signs of Shouyuan, and sure enough, there were monsters to confuse the strong man and deceive Shouyuan!

In the afterglow, a figure dragging a black skirt flashed from the temple, and the Taoist was about to rush in the moment when the bronze mirror in his hand was about to rush in.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Old Sun, as soon as you meet, you want to shout and kill you?"

The Taoist suddenly stopped his movements and looked in the direction of the words, Lu Liangsheng was holding a pen, standing in front of a courtyard wall, and looked at him with a smile.

At his feet, there is also a toad Taoist with a double flipper and a slight bow.

"Haha, Lao Lu!"

"And the old toad—"

Sun Yingxian put away the bronze mirror, his face was full of joy, he shouted excitedly, and hugged the scholar in the past, and Lu Liangsheng also patted him on the back.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Hey, where have you been, how can you not find this way? You don't know that this way is powerful. ”

The two separated, and when the Taoist talked excitedly about Lujia Village, he heard that his family and all the villagers were fine, and Lu Liangsheng chuckled lightly while painting the murals.

"If my family is safe, I will also go back to Nanchen to visit my family in a few days, and I will also go to the capital to visit my teacher by the way. ”

When it came to his mentor Wang Shuhua, the Taoist who was still talking excitedly about how to come out of Lujia Village all the way stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face gradually converged.

"Why don't you continue?" Lu Liangsheng drew the Buddha's finger and turned his face sideways.

"That'..... uh-huh......"

The Taoist pursed his lips, his gaze wandered to the side, and it was half loud before he took a deep breath and squeezed out a little sound.

"You taught him...... He...... It's gone. ”

He hurriedly took out the hot package from his arms, and his fingers flew away to uncover the satin on it, revealing a section of his prison clothes dyed red.

"This is written to you by Shuhuagong...... Take a look. ”

The pen that painted the wall hovered, and Lu Liangsheng, who was facing the wall, froze in place, watching the painting wall move his gaze little by little, and turned around with difficulty.

"My Mentor ......"

His eyes fell on the folded piece of prison clothes in the Taoist's hand, and his hand trembled and stretched out, grabbed it in his hand, and slowly unfolded it.

The blood had dried up, but the handwriting was still legible.

"Yu Liangsheng is my disciple.

For the teacher Pan'an, the capital will be separated by yin and yang, for the teacher is in prison, and he is not afraid of death, and he does not have to be sad about his good life, and he has to be sad about his good life, and he has a bumpy road to follow the sages, but my generation of Confucians, when he sees death as home, he dies as he deserves, but every time he thinks of living with a good life, it is a rare memory for the teacher to give up in prison......"

Boom –

The thunder rolled, and the sky and the earth darkened.