Wow!
The sound of rain drowned out the sound of horse hooves on the mountain path, and the jingling of neck bells swayed from north to south.
"Master, I remember this old donkey seemed to have eaten an egg, and it seemed to be from Master's cave."
"I don't want to talk, I feel a little dizzy and want to vomit..."
The air was filled with mist, and Lu Liangsheng was walking down the northern mountain path, leading his tired old donkey. The rapidly falling rain slanted around the scholar and landed elsewhere.
Starting from the time he came down the mountain from Toad Taoist's cave, the old donkey seemed to have a second spring and ran for hundreds of miles in one breath. Combined with Lu Liangsheng's skill of shrinking the earth into an inch, he now covered a distance of three or four hundred miles.
Not until the donkey was tired did the man and the toad catch their breath and have a chance to rest. However, after crossing the long river, a summer rainstorm began to fall.
"It took two hours to get here, and it's not far from Chang'an..."
Walking through the small forest on the edge of the cliff, the view becomes wider. In the lead-blue rain curtain outside the cliff, you can vaguely see an endless long dragon stretching in the distance.
Sure enough, it was not far from the capital of Northern Zhou.
"Since we are all here, Master, why don't we go into Chang'an and take a look after the rain stops?"
Lu Liangsheng retracted his gaze and continued walking forward, dragging the reins. On the side of the mountain road opposite his sight, there was a pavilion standing not far away.
Squeak…
Inside the bookshelf where the donkey's buttocks were hanging, the words of the Toad Taoist priest could be heard from the small compartment.
"… Let's go and have a look. The Fire Prayer Sect is in the north. It's impossible that they don't have people in this city. Once we get inside, I will be able to find them."
"That's what I thought."
When Lu Liangsheng nodded, he suddenly let out a light exclamation. A fire lit up in the pavilion in front of him, and the smell of barbecue wafted over.
"It seems that someone took shelter here before us."
It was too horrifying, so he removed the spell to shelter from the rain.
Boom—
Thunder rolled across the gloomy sky.
The heavy rain hit the pavilion with a crackling sound, and then weaved a curtain of water along the eaves and fell to the ground. The splashing water bounced into the pavilion, and a black warrior boot shrank inward.
"It's a rare opportunity to go hunting, but the weather is not good."
A bonfire was lit in the pavilion. A young man about fourteen years old, wearing a crimson hunting suit with his sleeves tied tightly, was roasting a skinned mountain rabbit by the fire.
He muttered something and heard the sound of rain mixed with the ringing of copper bells outside. He looked over and saw a scholar in a green coat leading an old donkey and coming in, covered in moisture.
The young man smiled as if he was familiar with the place.
"I didn't expect that it would be a heavy rain in the mountains. I was not the only one to suffer. I didn't expect that there was a gentleman to accompany me."
Lu Liangsheng tied the reins to the pillar and patted the donkey's head to make it behave itself. Seeing that the young man opposite spoke in a generous manner and there were horses outside, he thought that they were not an ordinary family.
"Heh..."
With a chuckle, Lu Liangsheng sat down and warmed his hands over the fire.
"Do you mind if I keep you warm and ward off the cold?"
"No, sir, please."
The young man turned over the mountain rabbit in his hand that was almost roasted. It seemed that he had stayed here for a long time. He tore off a rabbit leg and put it to his mouth, but paused, looked at the scholar opposite, and stretched out the wooden stick with the mountain rabbit in his other hand.
"Sir, you must be hungry after a long journey. Why don't we eat together?"
This young man is very generous to others.
"Thank you very much."
Smelling the aroma of meat, Lu Liangsheng, who was a little hungry as well, took the mountain rabbit, tore off one of its front legs, and slowly pulled the piece of meat into his mouth.
The flames brought out the tranquility of the pavilion. Seeing the faint dragon energy rising between the brows of the young man opposite him, Lu Liangsheng roughly guessed that he should be a royal noble in the city of Chang'an.
For a moment, no one pointed it out.
After a moment's silence, the young man in hunting clothes opposite looked at the scholar who took the roasted rabbit in a free and easy manner, and smiled. When he looked at the several long swords hanging on Lao Lu's bookshelf, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he patted the ashes in his hands and stood up.
"Sir, do you like fencing, too?"
He walked to the eaves of the pavilion, looked back at the scholar inside, and raised his hand: "Sir, can I take a look?"
"Look."
After getting Lu Liangsheng's reply, the young man ran over happily, causing the old donkey to snort and glare at him. The young man's horse on the other side immediately shook its mane and took two steps on the spot uneasily, trying to keep some distance.
clang!
The sword was unsheathed, and the young man took out a long sword with familiarity, pulling it out. The cold light was so bright that it made him feel cold at the back of his neck.
"Are all the swords around you so good?"
Lu Liangsheng turned his head and saw his expression, and just smiled.
“It’s still good.”
"How can this be considered a good product? It's simply a divine weapon."
The young man reluctantly put down the sword in his hand, and reached for the Yuelong Sword hanging on the other side. He grabbed it in his hand, but he couldn't pull it out, and his face turned red.
He had learned martial arts since he was young and had some arm strength, but now he couldn't even draw out a sword. After a moment, he had to let go and looked at the scholar in the pavilion.
"Sir, is there anything magical about this sword?"
As he spoke, Lu Liangsheng casually waved his robe sleeves outside, and the sword in the young man's hand popped out in half with a "clang". The sword body was simple and dull, and the clouds engraved on it suddenly dissipated, revealing the moon.
"ah-"
The frightened young man loosened his hand and took two steps back. When he rubbed his eyes, he found that the sword was hanging in the air, then it retracted and sheathed itself, flew back to the side of the bookshelf and hung up.
“This… this…”
The young man looked at the bookshelf, then at the scholar in the hall. It took him a long time to come to his senses. He immediately realized that he had met an extraordinary person. He hurried into the hall and bowed.
"Li Yuan, I meet the Immortal!"
"I am not an immortal, but a scholar who travels around the country. No need to be polite."
Wow…
The sound of rain gradually subsided.
In the pavilion, Lu Liangsheng tore off a rabbit leg, took it in his hand, stood up and put it in the compartment of the bookshelf, and a sound was heard that only he could hear.
"You still remember me as your master."
Beside the donkey, Lu Liangsheng saw that the rain was gradually stopping and did not plan to stay. He untied the reins, rode on the donkey's back, and bowed to the young man over there.
"Goodbye!"
"gentlemen!"
Li Yuan took two steps forward and saw the man and the donkey in front of him disappear at the end of the mountain path in the blink of an eye. However, he could hear a lingering sound in the distance.
"I'll eat your mountain rabbit and repay your kindness!"
Suddenly, a soft buzzing sound was heard behind the boy.
Li Yuan, who was standing on the side of the horse, turned back subconsciously and saw a long sword with a scabbard of daylily and a tiger-head sword head lying quietly on the stone steps of the pavilion.
…
Soon after, the rain stopped.
The young man rode a horse with a bow on his back and a sword on his waist, and returned to Yang Mansion with a sense of loss. It was already daylight. Yang Jian saw him coming back and invited him to dinner, but Yang Su on the side raised her eyebrows.
His eyes were fixed on the long sword at his waist.
"Shude, did you have any adventure today?"
Adventure
The living room was brightly lit. Li Yuan was stunned when he heard this. Yang Yong and Yang Guang at the same table also looked over.
The boy put down his bowl and chopsticks and nodded.
"It was raining heavily in the afternoon. I met a scholar in the pavilion. I treated him to mountain rabbit and he gave me a sword."
As he spoke, he took off the weapon from his waist, held it in his palm like a treasure, and slowly pulled it out.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a cold and intimidating light, but Yang Su, who was standing next to him, put his palm on the table, leaned forward slightly, and narrowed his eyes.
"This is a magic sword..."
Everyone was stunned. Who is Yang Jian? When they asked their cousin, it was easy to make the connection with the scholar from Southern Chen whom they heard this morning.
Could these two scholars be the same person
Before he could ask Li Yuan what the scholar looked like, his cousin Yang Su spoke first:
"Shude, where did you meet this scholar? Can you take us there?"
"But the gentleman has gone away."
"It doesn't matter, I have a way to find him!"
…
When it was completely dark and the Yang family was gathering their cavalry to leave the city, the scholar they were looking for sneaked into the city, leading an old donkey carrying a bookshelf, and walked in the bustling night market.
“This is Chang’an.”
Lanterns were hung high all around, and there was a lot of noise. Looking around, besides the Han people, Western music was heard, and people of all races were mixed and intermingled.