Mountains of magic weapons, classics, and elixir porcelain bottles kept sliding down, making light "bang" and "ding" sounds.
"Master, can the bead in your hand heal your injuries?"
"Master, don't look!"
The scholar's words inquired over to the side of the hill full of magic weapons and codes. Toad Taoist subconsciously held the bead tightly with his webbed feet, hurried to the gourd, turned his back to the disciple, sat down carefully, still a little worried, and glanced over slightly to the side.
"Everything over there is yours, the pills, spells, and magic weapons. They are of no help to me, your master. You can take whatever you want, but this one won't do."
Then, he waved his flippers.
"Okay, okay, don't disturb me."
On the other side of the hill, seeing his master like this, Lu Liangsheng didn't dare to ask any more questions. He squatted down among the magic weapons and classics, picked up a porcelain bottle and shook it. There was a clinking sound inside, and he poured out a few apricot yellow pills and smelled them. They had the smell of tangerine peel.
The scholar looked up at the little figure fiddling with the beads over there.
"I'm afraid it's not what Master uses to stimulate his appetite and help digestion..."
Putting the bottle of pills aside, there were still many things in the "hill". Lu Liangsheng picked and chose and found that most of them were medicinal materials. He had nothing to do, so he classified them.
After all, there were too many things, so Lu Liangsheng could only pick out some of the things he needed, such as "The Way of Refining and Combining Weapons", "Sword Controlling", "The Way of the Five Elements"...
Um
Picking up a book, Lu Liangsheng suddenly laughed. It turned out to be a book about illusion practice.
"'Resurrection Spell'... this name... looks quite powerful."
In fact, turning the page, there are no independent spells in it. Instead, it is based on the fact that practitioners must know illusion, and they are reused and spread to make the range of illusion wider.
“The impact range is also good.”
Lu Liangsheng patted the title of the book and put it aside. As for other spells such as sword control, there happened to be a few magic swords here. He flicked the thin sword surface with his fingertips, and a soft "hum" sound came out. The spiritual energy on it was faint, and at most it was sharper than the magic weapons of the martial artists... At least that's what he thought.
"Five Elements Taoism... um... let me learn it."
There were some elixirs, but there were no labels on them stating their effects. Lu Liangsheng would wait until Toad Taoist was free before asking. After all, if there were any that could prolong life, he would also like to give some to his parents and sister.
It is true that those who practice Taoism live longer, but they are not alone. Watching their loved ones grow old, get sick and die is also a torment.
The excitement of cleaning up the 'treasure mountain' gradually faded away, the scholar stood up and stretched, took out the book on the art of 'controlling the sword' and looked through it. It was not a sword move, but was almost the same as the 'Resurrection Spell'. It was in line with the sword skills he originally knew, and he could control the magic weapon from a distance.
"So, you can control Yuelong and use the Wanfa sword intent from a distance?"
While flipping through the book, he put his fingers together to guide the magic power according to the book, walked to the entrance of the cave and opened the stone door.
boom!
The stone door collapsed outwards, and the old donkey that was eating grass outside was so scared that its ears stood up. Its swinging tail froze in mid-air, and it stared at the scholar inside without moving, holding the grass in its mouth.
"Draw your sword!"
The next second, Lu Liangsheng raised two fingers, and the Yuelong Sword inside the bookshelf on the old donkey's back began to tremble slightly, but it showed no sign of coming out.
Well…
Wrong usage
Lu Liangsheng dissipated his magic power and returned his gaze to the pages of the book. He calmed down and studied it as if he were studying academic books in the past. After all, the original owner of this book "Sword Control" also wanted readers to learn it. Although the content was bitter, it was not difficult to understand.
call…
Closing the book, Lu Liang let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and at the moment when the Qiankun Zhengdao was activated, his wide robe suddenly spread out and he waved his hand.
"Unsheath—"
With a long clang of metal, a flash of cold light was pulled out of the sheath and rushed into the air.
A cold wind blew from the top of the mountain, blowing the scholar's robe and making it flutter. The soft light of the setting sun shone on his handsome profile. Looking at the Yuelong Sword that was chanting in the sky, at first glance, it felt like a sword immortal in green gazing at the sky.
The next moment.
Lu Liangsheng opened his eyes, and the second commander, Yuelong Sword, flew horizontally and rushed down, swishing through an old tree outside the cliff, tearing the overlapping branches and leaves with a crisp sound. The long sword left a residual shadow and flew out of the mountain. As the scholar pointed from afar, it flew into the sky in the distance like an eagle bathing in the remaining red of the setting sun.
"receive!"
The sleeves of his robe were shaken open, and when two fingers touched his chest and shoulders, in the setting sun, the Yuelong Sword, which was almost touching the clouds, made a soft hum as it fell.
A flock of birds flew over in the distance, and a black shadow whizzed through their midst. The birds were startled and flew away in all directions, leaving only a few feathers floating slowly in the wind.
Bang!
The tip of the sword was nailed in front of the scholar, and the sword body was still shaking slightly as if excited. In the past, Lu Liangsheng was able to use magic power to drive objects into his hands, but he could not wield it as easily as he did with the "Sword Control".
"I don't know which senior wrote this book, but even though it was collected by my master, I have learned his skills. If I come across it in the future, I will definitely thank him."
Just like a child getting a toy for the first time, Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but feel excited after learning the new method of wielding the sword. He picked up Yue Long and returned to the cave, his eyes naturally fixed on the other magic swords on the ground.
… The book says that after becoming proficient or having deep practice, one can control more at the same time.
Following the previous state, Lu Liangsheng sat cross-legged to one side and hooked his two fingers. The magic swords on the ground shook slightly, hitting the ground continuously, making a series of light clanging sounds.
Then... the scholar felt the magic power in his body suddenly become chaotic, and the magic swords that were shaking on the ground and trying to stand up sank down together. One of them shot out as if out of control and hit the piled up "treasure mountain".
Bang!
Crash—
The tip of the sword hit several heavy objects, which opened several books and porcelain bottles. The sword body also bent in the impact, bounced up and flipped over, and the remaining force flew to the other side where the back was facing away.
"Master, be careful!" Lu Liangsheng shouted.
“… Why do you call me Master?”
The Taoist Toad paused sucking the beads on his webbed feet, opened his mouth and responded, but before he turned around, the magic sword flew towards him.
… The hilt of the sword hit the back of the head.
The frog's eyes suddenly bulged outwards, and its open mouth was opened wider. The moment its long tongue popped out, its head fell down...
Hmm.
“Master?!”
Over there, when Lu Liangsheng kicked aside several magical instruments and books that were blocking his way and rushed over, the Toad Taoist priest, who was facing away with his head down, stood up with the support of the ground and slowly turned around.
His head and neck became round, several times larger than his body. He raised his hands tremblingly and squeezed out a sound with difficulty.
"Evil...disciple..."
The short body lost weight and fell forward with a bang, and the webbed hands slapped the ground.
"Help me up quickly... the bead is stuck in my head..."