Light dust dances in the morning light.
For a moment, as the man finished speaking, the inn became so quiet that one could hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen.
Lu Liangsheng put down the bowl of water, turned his head slightly, looked at the man over there, spread his sleeves and clasped his hands.
"Hehe... Then Mr. Lu would like to thank this brother for the drinks."
"Meeting at a Country Store..."
The man also raised his hand: "… It is fate, I am Yang Su from Chang'an."
"Lu Liangsheng from Qixia Mountain."
In the hall, Li Sui'an looked at the middle-aged man carrying a sword, and then at the scholar who was sitting steadily. He vaguely felt that the atmosphere was weird, and just by looking at the appearance, anyone would feel that the man named Yang Su had a violent temper.
"I'm afraid this person is here to cause trouble for you... He doesn't look like a good person at first glance."
As several thoughts raced through his little head, Yang Su lowered his hand, turned away expressionlessly, and stroked his short beard with his fingers.
"Little brother, hurry up and serve the wine and food."
Hearing this, the young man stopped thinking, a flattering smile appeared on his face, and he bowed and nodded.
"Sir, please wait a moment. I will be there soon!"
Not long after, he went to the kitchen and brought out the dishes ordered by Mr. Lu and placed them on the table one by one.
"Sir, your steamed sea bass with chopped green onions and five ounces of braised pork."
Then, he said to the middle-aged swordsman at another table, "This gentleman came first, and you will be served later."
"Um."
Yang Su just responded lightly, and would not argue too much with a waiter in a country inn. However, he had been sleeping in the open air and chasing all night for the past two days, so he didn't have much oil and meat in his stomach. When he smelled the fragrance coming from the table, he couldn't help swallowing.
A slight "gu" sound was heard.
Lu Liangsheng picked up a piece of meat, blew on the hot air, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Hearing this subtle sound, he looked at Yang Su and said with a smile:
"Brother, why don't you come over and eat with us?"
"Need not."
Yang Su turned his eyes away from the other person's chopsticks, sat up straight, nodded, and touched his short beard.
"… Judging from the gentleman's attire and accent, he should be a scholar from the Southern Chen Dynasty, right? How did he end up in the North?"
At this time, Li Sui'an in the kitchen squeezed the juice from a few bean-shaped plants and dripped it into a dish while his aunt was busy making wine.
"Hehe... I really am cut out to be a hero."
Outside, Lu Liangsheng put down his chopsticks and pondered the man's words. This man should have been chased out from Chang'an City, and he had cultivation and magical powers. It seemed that he was really a member of the Qihuo Sect, and even a master.
"I am not worthy of your words, sir. I came to Northern Zhou just to travel around and relax, and kill the traitors along the way..."
The scholar turned away from the corner of his eyes, looked at Yang Su, and said the last sentence: "...Eliminate evil."
As he was talking, the waiter came out with dishes and drinks, and placed them on the table while announcing the names of the dishes.
"Sir, your wine."
When pouring the wine, he was blocked by an outstretched hand. Yang Su looked at him and pointed to the next table.
"No need for mine, you can pour the wine for that gentleman over there."
Li Sui'an turned around and stammered silently: Your mother is useless. He walked to Lu Liangsheng's table and filled a glass of wine.
"Enjoy your meal, sir."
After collecting the tray, he still stood there and refused to leave.
Lu Liangsheng seemed to know what he was thinking. He smiled, picked up the wine glass and took a smell.
"What else, little brother?"
The boy stepped back with a grin, waving his hands.
"It's okay, sir, eat slowly."
After saying that, he returned to the kitchen, put down the tray, and went to the backyard to look after the old donkey with a proud look on his face.
…
In the lobby of the inn, Yang Su took a few bites of food, took a sip of wine and felt a lot better.
Then he followed up on what Lu Liangsheng had said before: "Kill the traitors and eliminate the evil." He continued: "So, sir, your cultivation is quite good. It just so happens that I also know a little about swordsmanship. Why don't you and I learn from each other?"
Lu Liangsheng raised the cup to his lips and took a sip. He felt the familiar spiciness flowing through his throat with a smile. Since the other party had said so, he might as well get rid of this tail. Judging from what happened in Chang'an and He Liangzhou, the Qihuo Sect was not a good group, so he might as well get rid of them all.
The cup was gently placed back on the table, a ripple spread out in the cup, Lu Liangsheng took the Yuelong leaning against the corner of the table, stood up and walked out the door, the morning light shone on his smile.
"Okay, I have the same idea, but there are many villagers here, so please don't hurt innocent people."
Near and far, children were playing and chasing each other, old men were greeting their neighbors with their canes, young men were working with hoes on their shoulders, and out of sight, unnoticed by the crowd, a figure walked out of the inn and leaped onto a high branch. The moment the branch bent and bounced back, it flew out of the village.
"Hahaha... Mr. Lu is so happy!"
Yang Su flicked his wide sleeves and walked out the door.
"Where are the people? Where are the people?"
Inside the inn, the woman walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup. Seeing the two empty tables, she yelled angrily:
"You will die a miserable death if you eat for free!!"
On the way between the village and the wilderness, the wind was whistling. Lu Liangsheng and Yang Su were running wildly, one after the other. One of them stepped on a tree trunk, and the whole tree was shaking violently.
Leaves are falling.
The two figures suddenly collided in mid-air, and there were several crackling sounds of their bare hands fighting.
Bang!
With the last sound, the palms separated at the moment of hitting each other. Lu Liangsheng jumped to the hillside, waved his hand in his green shirt, and used his magic power to pull the backyard of the inn.
The old donkey, who was chewing listlessly, raised his eyes, rubbed his long mouth slowly, and shook the bookshelf on his back with a clang, waking up the Toad Taoist priest, who subconsciously lay down and held his head.
At this time, one magic sword after another was unsheathed and flew into the sky in Li Sui'an's sight.
"Immortal...Immortal Sword..."
The young man dropped the fodder, pinched his face hard, looked at the long swords piercing through the branches, ran quickly below, tried to catch up, stumbled and fell, then climbed up awkwardly and climbed up a hillside.
Then the seven long swords in the sky descended in front of them, with a buzzing sound, floating on the left and right sides of Mr. Scholar.
"This this..."
Hiding behind a rock on the small slope, he looked out at the scene, immediately holding his breath, clenching his fingers, tightly grasping a blade of grass and pulling it out of the soil.
“… This is a deity.”
The wind blew across the fields, and a few leaves flew from the branches to the scholar's feet. The air was buzzing, and several magic swords flashed with cold light.
Yang Su's eyes were solemn, and the sword in his hand was shaking slightly under the opponent's sword-wielding technique.
"The art of wielding a sword? It has not appeared in Canglan Mountain for a long time... I didn't expect to see it here again."
As he murmured, the scholar on the opposite side of his vision formed a circle around him. Seven swords with the tips of the swords pointing downwards suddenly stretched out horizontally and flew towards him. Lu Liangsheng stepped on the ground and followed behind. Yue Long drew his swords out of their sheaths with a clang, emitting a cold light.
The sword intent of all laws is as furious as a lotus.
The art of wielding the sword drives the sword intent, and the sword intent contains the sword moves.
The seven long swords were driven by the magic formula, like blooming lotus flowers. Countless sword shadows burst out from the sword edges, and the attached sword intent surged into substance, reflecting the morning sun. The eyes were full of flashing silver light, and the surrounding strong winds swept through, and the air seemed to be torn apart.
Boom!
Countless sword lights flashed in an instant, Yang Su controlled the magic formula, wiped the sword with two fingers, and the magic sword moved according to the law, and the sword was placed between the "lotus".
Ding's soft and melodious humming.
Then, bang, bang, bang... there were all kinds of clanging sounds of metal colliding. The magic sword in his hand began to rotate along with the sword shadows, and countless sparks kept bouncing out.
Lu Liangsheng paused for a moment and frowned slightly. The sword in this man's hand was full of murderous intent, his moves were sophisticated, and his cultivation was also higher than his.
With this in mind, magic power emerged from his fingertips, and he wrote the word "Sheng" with one stroke at a time.
He waved his robe sleeves and pointed.
"open!"
The rotating sword lotus's magic light was bright, and it splashed in all directions with a few swishing sounds. It flew backwards and fell down in a breath. The sky was full of sword shadows, sword lights, and magic lights, like fish swimming in the water grabbing food. In an instant, people were slashing, poking, and stabbing Yang Su from all directions...
"Wow… "
The young man lying on the sand slope and behind the rocks opened his mouth wide, he had secretly peeked at some outlaws fighting, but he had never seen such an amazing and bizarre scene.
The swords flying in the sky seem even more magical.
…
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang…
Yang Su used magic to block the stabbing or slashing swords, and the weapon in his hand also collided with the opponent's other magic weapons with a bang. His hair was scattered and fell down in an instant.
“Hahaha… What a joy!”
He suddenly laughed out loud, swung out an iron whip from his sleeve, and his body turned into a shadow and flew backwards. His feet stepped on a rock behind him, and the rocks exploded in an instant.
"Slay the immortals and ghost soldiers, yin and yang in one!"
The magic sword in Yang Su's hand emitted a gleam of light, and dust and stones on the ground were blown away. Strong winds arose, blowing his clothes and making his messy hair flutter and dance in the wind.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Lu, do you recognize Yang's method... uh..."
Coo~~
The words suddenly stopped, and Yang Su felt a sudden pain in his stomach. His mind relaxed and the magic he was casting came to an abrupt stop.
The wind blows.
The scattered magic swords broke through the air with a loud bang, and Lu Liangsheng's figure in the middle seemed like a series of double shadows, overlapping and coming one after another.
"Wait!" suddenly sounded.
The tip of the sword stopped at his nose with a humming sound. Lu Liangsheng was stunned for a moment. On the opposite side, Yang Su stopped and raised his sword, clasped his fists and bowed, as if he was enduring something.
"The competition is over, let's just consider it a draw, okay?"
Well…
Isn't this person from the Fire-Praying Sect
"Since that's what you said, let's call it a draw."
Lu Liangsheng waved his robe sleeves, and the surrounding magic swords fell down and pierced the ground.
"I just don't know, Brother Yang, did you come all the way here just to spar with me?"
"I'll tell you later, I'll tell you later!"
Coo coo coo…
On the opposite side, Yang Su threw away his magic sword, waved his hand, covered his stomach, and flashed, rushing to the weeds on the hillside. After a while, several puffing sounds were heard.
Lu Liangsheng looked over there in surprise and waved his sleeves to fan the air.
Then, he heard a noise and turned his head to look in one direction.
"Come out, did you drug me?"
Behind the hillside, the young man slowly walked out.