The flying bees flew up the morning glory on the fence wall, the old trees in the courtyard gently shook their branches in the noon sun, reflected in the light spots of the water tank, and the sound of the righteous words came from the stove room opposite.

"Lao Yu also has a slight name in Fushui County, everyone in the city knows my name, I also called you on the street back then..... that's right, four years ago, the Chen family's matter, Lao Yu was also present, that is Chen Yuanwai personally asked Lao Yu to remove the ghost......

In the half-open stove room, an oil lamp was placed in the corner of the stove, Lu Laoshi was a gentle person, and when he heard the old man on the side talk about bringing Liangsheng to buy a pen back then, he just smiled and passed the firewood into the stove.

On the other side of the stove, the woman who was stir-frying glanced at her suspiciously.

"Then what are you doing at my house?"

Under the two-step wall of the next door, Wang Ban was half-blind against the wall and stroked his beard slightly, and a pair of pale eyes looked at the blackened beams, and chuckled twice.

"The old man also learned the art of observing popularity and looking at the stars, and I learned that I had a fate ...... with Ling Lang."

Before he could say this, Li Jinhua, who was holding the spatula, frowned, and even Lu Laoshi opened his mouth slightly, and the firewood in his hand forgot to pass it into the stove.

'Is this to take my good family as a disciple?'

Squeak ....

The door of the stove room opened, and a scholar in a green robe and white clothes walked in, and the wall over there said: "Fate" Wang Ban blindly stood up straight, and then bowed his hand.

"Cheng'en, meet Master. ”

Belch......

The spatula in Li Jinhua's hand fell into the pot with a thud, and over there, Lu Liangsheng put a handful of washed vegetables on the stove, hooked his fingers and took out the shovel from the pot, put it in his mother's hand, and walked out of the stove room while talking.

"I haven't said that I will accept you as an apprentice, and at your age, it is a little inappropriate to apprentice. ”

"Master, that's not right, I'm only fifty-five old, I ..... look old. ”

The king followed out with a half-blind chatter, followed the sound under the eaves, and stood at the door of the scholar, the wrinkles of the old smile were piled high.

".....What's more, in the matter of cultivating the Tao, the attainer is the senior, and it has nothing to do with age. ”

This old man's words are really enough, his face is still very thick..... Lu Liangsheng can't do anything about him, he still mutters a thing there, and takes advantage of his leisure time to turn out the books of the past to clean up the dust, put them on the bookshelf one by one, and he will go out in a few days, and he doesn't know how much dust will accumulate when the time comes.

"Master, do you know that when I was in Fushui County, I called Ling Zun, but in fact, I found that the master was at the top of the Hongqi at that time, and he was very immortal. ”

In the blurred vision, I vaguely saw the shadow of the scholar in the room busy, touching the door and the wall to slowly come in.

"Master is really a diligent person, but do you need my help? In fact, I don't know anything else, but I still know a little bit about the art of observing qi, otherwise how could I stop Ling Zun that day, it's not because Master Hongqi is coiled in ......"

A sentence turned over the tricks, his fingertips suddenly touched the paper hanging on the wall, and suddenly "ouch-" Lu Liangsheng turned his face sideways and glanced at it, only to see Honglian's nails stretching out and poking him.

I couldn't help but smile and continued to tidy up.

"Don't make trouble, he can't see the road clearly, and if he stumbles, he can only live here for a long time. ”

"Hmph, this half-blind, I was scared enough by the concubine back then, and I was as timid as a mouse. ”

Hong Lian retracted her nails and put them into the painting, and then the whole person floated out and landed lightly to the ground, and the cold air suddenly made Wang Ban tremble for a while, and the familiar feeling returned to his body.

"Oops......"

He took two steps back, almost fell out of the door, looked into the room tremblingly, and vaguely saw a shadow floating in front of him.

'Goo~'

couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and asked in a low voice, "Master, is the ghost in your room the one from Chen Yuan's family?"

"What do you say, old man?!"

As if teasing him, Hong Lian blew a breath from afar, and the gray hair he stroked was sticking to his face.

"That..... that...... Master. The king swallowed his saliva half-blindly and bowed his hand: "This is the master?"

Hong Lian, who originally wanted to play tricks over there, was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow smile, and she glanced at the scholar over there, hummed a little song back into the painting, and swinged briskly.

Feeling the ghost qi dissipate, Wang Banblind gently let out a sigh of relief.

On the bed, a toad with closed eyes opened his eyes and laughed: "Liangsheng, this old man is really interesting." ”

"Hey..... Master, is there anyone else in your room?"

Wang Banblind didn't dare to be reckless this time, so he stood outside the door and asked in a whisper, and Lu Liangsheng, who was tidying up the bookshelves, walked to the four treasures of the study and replied casually.

"That's my master. ”

"That's Shigong. Wang Banblind hurriedly arched his hand and bowed inward, "Don't blame the master, the apprentice Sun Chengen didn't know that the master was inside, so come in and give your old man a salute." ”

The old man walked in slowly, and he didn't know where the toad was there, vaguely like a shadow on the bed and sat up, so he knelt down and kowtowed, so that the red and smiling eyes on the painting were about to bend into crescents.

The house was bustling.

After lunch, in the slightly slanting hot sun, Lu Laoshi drove his strong donkey to put on the donkey cart and go out to pull some firewood, Li Jinhua was not worried about her husband's clumsiness, wiped the water stains on her hands and hurriedly followed, Lu Xiaoxian also rushed to the private school with a small bag.

In the courtyard, the king sat on a stone bench with a wooden stick next to him, listening to the cicadas.

"Master, it must be a person with a childish face and crane hair, a fairy posture, right?"

On another stone bench beside him, there was a toad Taoist with a short body and a small short coat.

"Hehe..... the old man is indeed like this, thinking about the old man flying through the clouds and fog, crossing the mountains and rivers, whether he cultivates the road, cultivates demons or ghosts, and sees the old man, he has to crawl on the ground. ”

"Ah, Shigong's words, Cheng En already has a picture in his mind, and he is majestic, and Cheng En can't help but think of those people in Fushui County, who are begging for hexagrams around the stalls, it is really a grand scene......

Zhizhi......

Know......

The summer breeze is warm, the annoying cicada chirping, the two old men's words, the sun is pouring down, in the small courtyard, Lu Liangsheng is holding a scroll that has not been turned over for a long time, bathing in the light, carefully tasting the annotations of the teacher back then.

Occasionally, I reached out and took a sip of the tea brewed by Honglian next to me.

Rustling .....

The courtyard was quiet, except for the sound of old trees shaking their branches and leaves.

For three consecutive days, Lu Liangsheng almost always read books, cultivated the Tao, and went up the mountain to observe the situation of the moon, and on the morning of the fourth day, Lingyun was still stuck in the sixth Lingyun after all.

"I think I need some spiritual refining, right?"

Recovered the Moon Sword, removed the sword array, and came to the tomb of the teacher to light incense and candles to worship, at this time it was only ten days before the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15.

When he returned to the bottom of the mountain, the salute had already been completed, and the old donkey, as if he knew that he was going out, came back from outside biting the reins, threw the rope to the ground, and jumped and jumped beside the scholar excitedly.

Lu Laoshi moved the bookshelf out of the house and helped his son place the bookshelf and reins on the old donkey.

"There are still at home, don't treat yourself badly outside, remember to come back when you celebrate the New Year this year. ”

"Got it, mother. ”

Without the sadness of going out for the first time, Lu Liangsheng packed up, and did not let his family and Lu Pan and others see him off, leading the old donkey to the entrance of the village, and suddenly remembered that Wang was half blind, and looked back, the old man was standing in the crowd and beckoning to him.

"Master, go with peace of mind, Cheng'en has inconvenient eyes and bad legs, so he won't follow!"

This old man, he still doesn't give up, I'm afraid he will stay in Lujia Village and wait for me to come back.

Lu Liangsheng smiled, held up his wide sleeves and saluted to the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, picked up the hanging reins, and led the old donkey, who had long been impatient, to the road outside.

"Let's go!"

The scholar sat on the donkey's back, patted the donkey's buttocks lightly, and shouted to the bookshelf: "Master sit tight!"

In the compartment, the toad Taoist was rolling the tobacco leaves he learned from Wang Chengen, and there was a small pipe next to him, and he heard the voice of the apprentice.

Toad's eyes suddenly rounded: "What?"

The toad Daoist body slanted suddenly, and then ...... His whole body flew sideways, clattering against the small wall of the compartment, his tongue ejected, and the tobacco roll slipped from his web.

Hmph, hum -

The donkey hissed, and the electric light flashed under the hoof, and with a roar, a long cloud of smoke and dust rolled up on the dirt road and drifted into the sky.

........

The white clouds are like flocculents, and the long smoke rising below spreads in different directions, far southwest to the junction of Fulin Prefecture.

"Min Shangshu!"

The horses neighed, and Zuo Zhengyang, who was carrying four long knives, pulled the reins, and finally stopped the fleeing old man.

"Please go back to the capital with Zuo, and please don't make it difficult for me. ”