The setting sun is like a tide, dyeing the western foothills red.
The bamboo forest swayed gently in the evening breeze, making rustling sounds. Lu Liangsheng put the dinner pots and bowls back on the old donkey's back, took out the easel, set it up, spread a blank scroll on it, and looked at the setting sun shining in from the distant foothills.
"Take advantage of the chaos and take away the things..."
The Toad Taoist stretched himself, regained some strength, and slowly stood up from the ground. He had been waiting from morning till now until the sun sets, just to facilitate his apprentice's plan after nightfall.
Even Nie Honglian came out when the sun was setting, and stood quietly in the shadow where the sunlight could not reach her, looking at the scholar over there, sketching and painting a picture.
"Sir."
"It's almost done."
There are no mountains, rivers, forests or wilderness on the scroll. Instead, the tip of the brush sketches patches of thick fog rendered with green ink. Although the fog can be created by using magic power, it is not only not long-lasting but also rather complicated. Once it is broken by the Jindan monks at the Qihuo Sect's base, all previous efforts will be wasted.
The last trace of red fell on the mountains in the west.
Lu Liangsheng filled in the scroll again. In order to ensure the plan went smoothly and the illusion would not be dissipated midway, he had to get the time right.
… I remember that there were also supplements about illusions in Qinghuai Bugeng.
It just so happens that the "Resurrection Mantra" that I got from Master's cave last time can also be used.
He closed his eyes and recalled the contents of the spell book for a while. Then, he opened his eyes, dipped the brush in ink again, and turned his head to look at the Toad Taoist and Hong Lian.
"You go first."
Toad took out a black scarf from the closet and covered his face with it. He hooked his webbed feet to let the little ghost girl follow him, then he groped his way out of the woods and ran down the mountain.
"Master Toad, why are you wearing a mask?" Hong Lian passed through the shadows of the forest, floated to the side of the short figure running below, passed through the hanging branches, and continued:
“No one knows who we are.”
Below, the Toad Taoist, who was running over dead leaves and jumping over stones, glanced at her.
"I used to be so famous, but now I look like this, how can I face people?"
Watching the leaves flying backwards in her sight, she remembered that among the stolen treasures, there was a magic weapon that could detect fortune. She couldn't help but speed up again, running on the ground with all four limbs. Under her black veil, her tongue unconsciously flew out as she ran.
"… I want to see who caused me to be so unlucky."
As we walked down the mountain along the woods, across a stream, and up another mountain, the sound of wind rustled in the bamboo forest in the distance behind us.
Lu Liangsheng held the wolf-hair brush, channeled his energy and magic power, and wrote the two characters very slowly at the bottom corner of the scroll, stroke by stroke as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
—Qiankun!
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh…
The wind suddenly became stronger and the bamboo forest swayed violently. Lu Liangsheng grabbed the scroll, his black shirt and hair fluttering in the wind. He walked out of the forest and squinted his eyes at the mountain in the distance.
"Dense fog rises in the mountains, and the yin and yang are written down under the pen—"
With a wave of his robe sleeves, the scroll flew into the sky from the scholar's hands. He pinched his fingers to form a spell, and at that moment, the flying leaves suddenly forced away from his body. The last words of the spell rushed out from his lips.
"—Borrowing the power of heaven and earth!"
His own cultivation base was relatively shallow, and to deal with a Jindan-level cultivator, he could only rely on the spiritual energy around the mountains and rivers.
As Lu Liangsheng's words fell, the magic light of the scroll floating in the air flashed and disappeared directly from the sight. A few wisps of green air could be vaguely seen flying towards the mountain over there like snakes.
"All that's left is to make a bigger noise and create an opportunity for Master and Hong Lian. Unfortunately, I can only use one sword..."
He stretched out his hand, and the Yuelong Sword on the bookshelf flew into the scholar's palm. Looking at the time, he sat down cross-legged in the bamboo forest and on the hillside, placed his hands horizontally on the sword, closed his eyes, and felt everything brought by the wind.
Soon, Yuelong slowly withdrew from the sheath.
clang!
The Yuelong Sword was unsheathed, emitting a flash of cold light that shot straight into the sky. The figure of the scholar who was sitting cross-legged followed the sword and soared into the sky. He grasped the hilt with one hand, and the cloud-carving patterns on the sword surface moved, revealing a half-moon of cold light.
"The air is blown into the sky, and the sword is soaring into the sky."
A cold half moon emits a pale blue light.
…
Yingshi Mountain is surrounded by steep cliffs, making it difficult for ordinary people to climb. Standing on other mountains, one can see the outline of a temple on the top of the mountain from afar.
After night fell, thick fog gradually rose between the cliffs and woods. In the attic on the four corners, a monk wearing a Taoist robe with gold patterns and covered shoes walked out with four subordinates. Feeling the flow of magic power that appeared and disappeared in the diffuse fog, their hands jingled a few times and a bell popped out from their sleeves.
"Haha... As expected, it's here, a trivial trick!"
The middle-aged monk in the Taoist robe with gold patterns shook his hand lightly, and the bell rang non-stop. The surging fog seemed to be blocked by something and stopped abruptly, but continued to surge after a moment and passed over the courtyard wall, but the speed was much slower.
Behind the middle-aged monk, four people sounded somewhat puzzled.
"Can't stop it?" "How is that possible? Brother Bing Zhang is a golden elixir... Could it be that the person who came has a high level of cultivation?"
"Should we notify Ming Zun?" "I'm afraid it's too late!"
The cultivator in the Taoist robe with golden patterns is named Qi Bingzhang. He has been practicing for more than twenty years. After building his foundation, he could not make any further progress. Later, he joined the Qihuo Sect and his cultivation was further improved.
Maybe he is not as skilled and talented as those in the sect, but he is a cautious person and has a lot of experience in the way of cultivation, so he was left behind to look after this place.
Looking at the fog all around, Qi Bingzhang narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"What do you mean by high level of cultivation? I'm afraid you're just worried that your own strength is not enough, so you're relying on the spiritual energy in the mountains! I'm enough here, the four of you go and guard the treasure house."
"yes!"
The four of them bowed, turned around and walked a few steps. The person at the back suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky.
"What is that in the sky?" "Does anyone remember any method that came from the sky?"
The remaining three all looked over, even Qi Bingzhang, who was about to ring the bell to cast a spell, raised his head. Outside the courtyard wall, Toad Taoist and Hong Lian, who were not affected by the fog in the woods, also felt a sense of oppression, as if the sky was about to collapse.
A faint blue light flickered, crossing the night sky from the distant foothills, and in a few breaths, it arrived above Yingshi Mountain.
Ding ding ding ding…
Inside the temple below, the wind-listening magic bells at the four corners of the attic were shaking wildly, and the magic weapon, the Soul-shaking Bell in Qi Bingzhang's hand, was also shaking along with them.
"You four, protect the treasure house!" he roared.
Immediately, he raised the bell in his hand, made finger gestures, muttered something, and his robe and long beard fluttered in the wind.
Above the temple.
The clouds in the night sky rolled and scattered. Lu Liangsheng grasped the hilt of the sword and cut through the night sky at an extremely fast speed. The sleeves of his green shirt and robe rustled. The next moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the temple below.
—Sword-wielding technique·Heavenly Sword Art!
The entire sword body was shining brightly, squeezing the air to form a strong wind, which brought out a roar and whistled down angrily.
Buzz—
The air sank and a roar was heard. Inside the temple, the four people's ears were filled with noise. The magic weapons in their hands kept shaking. Strong winds swept from top to bottom. The four people fell to the ground with roars of "Ah--".
Not far away, Qi Bingzhang was still silently reciting spells, staring at the pale blue light that was getting closer and closer in the night sky. His scalp was tingling, and he could not hear any sound.
The last bell of the magic weapon in his hand stopped, and a light red barrier took shape in the air above the temple wall.
"Fortunately, I am also prepared..."
He had experienced more than twenty years of monastic life and had seen too many things, so he was fully confident about this kind of thing.
The next second, the light blue Dharma light filled the night sky.
A long sword held in a human hand descended from the sky—
boom!
The tip of the sword pressed against the barrier, the magic power collided, and visible ripples spread in all directions. A corner of the high attic a little further away was shattered and flew down. The crisp sound of magic bells came to an abrupt end, and the huge air pressure and magic power suddenly sank with the sword, forming a terrifying crushing and momentum.
The four people lying on the ground crushed the white rock floor and sank, revealing four human figures. The flesh and bones of the monks with the lowest cultivation level were bursting under the pressure.
Bang!
The barrier made a crisp sound and turned into stars and dissipated. Qi Bingzhang looked up at the sky and saw the magic weapon was also pushed out at this time.
On the opposite side, the dust raised by the overwhelming sword intent and air pressure swept over like an overwhelming force.
Flooded everything around.