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A bird flew across the mountains and forests and landed on an old pine branch. It looked at the scholar not far from the tombstone below, blinked its eyes slightly, and curiously jumped down from the tombstone and hopped over.
On the white drawing paper, ink outlines the contours of each character, lined up in an array, with spears like a forest, and the tip of the pen wanders, embellishing the clothes and armor, and the neighing of war horses.
The scholar's wide sleeves fluttered, his writing brush was wielding horizontally, a flag seemed to be rolling in the wind, and spreading to the left and right, countless soldiers charged into battle, exuding the breath of iron horses and golden swords.
He knew that the Emperor of the Chen Dynasty was not a bloodthirsty person, but in order to prevent the other party from taking desperate measures, he had to set up a barrier around Lujia Village and Bei Village. It would be best if the barrier was controlled around Qixia Mountain.
"I hope you can retreat wisely."
Putting down his brush and inkstone, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stool and stretched out his hand to wave at the old pine tree. The dew accumulated on the branches and leaves trembled, forming thin water lines that condensed into fist-sized water droplets in his hand.
The next second, it turned into water mist and sprinkled on the painting.
'kill-'
Hey, hey!!!
Countless shouts of fighting can be heard in the painting, war horses neighing, and a large flag with the word "white" faintly on it rolls up from stillness, as if waving in the wind. The faces of the soldiers below are ferocious and fierce, waving their weapons and running wildly on the scroll. The cavalry rushes through the crowd and rushes on the road. The horses flick their tails and the people stand up. The people on horseback, the generals holding swords have their cloaks rustling, and they hold their swords horizontally!
In the ink painting, the characters seem to come alive one by one.
"Liangsheng, this won't work."
At some point, the Toad Taoist stood on a green rock not far away, carrying a black-patterned gourd on his back and looking at the sea of clouds in the mountains. When he heard his disciple call him "Master", he nodded and turned around.
"With the way of illusion, you can gradually achieve great success, but if you only have the form but not the spirit, it is just an illusion. It is useless in front of people with high cultivation."
He jumped off the rock, walked across his apprentice’s knees with his flippers, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, just like Qishan when he returned to his peak...
Lu Liangsheng calmed down and looked at the word "white" painted on the big flag. Suddenly, he thought of an idea and said, "Master, wait a moment." He then cast a spell to shrink the earth into an inch and went all the way back to the village. He ignored Lu Laoshi who was roping the old donkey to the millstone in the donkey shed and walked straight into the room to find a book and a blank piece of paper.
“Maybe this method will work!”
Back on Mount Qixia, Lu Liangsheng conjured up a stone platform, spread out a piece of paper, and moved his pen tip rapidly with magical power. On the page of the book next to him, there was a title that read: "Mr. Wu'an"
"Qin has a famous general, who is extraordinary and has a great reputation. He captured Yingdu in the south and Zhao Kuo in the north. He conquered more than 70 cities and helped Qin to establish an empire. His achievements are complete. Please serve as Wu'an..."
On the spread-out paper was an obituary, dozens of words long and passionate, describing the life of the famous general of the pre-Qin period. After checking that it was correct, Lu Liangsheng picked up the obituary and walked to the easel. A flame ignited and burned up in front of the painting.
The next moment, a line of small words appeared on the lower right corner of the scroll, like a knife or sword engraving:
—Wu Anjun.
"It's done."
Sure enough, the magic power in the scroll circulates on its own. If it is not used frequently, it can last for at least five years. Unlike the previous Taowu painting, Lu Liangsheng vaguely felt that there was a simple consciousness on it.
After coming up with this new idea, Lu Liangsheng happily painted several different scrolls, including a giant beast with several heads, a monkey crushing a mountain, a giant bird covered in flames, a giant holding a wine jar...
"Once I have the best materials, I can refine these paintings into magic weapons. Maybe their effects will be different."
The Toad Taoist watched him busy, his eyes wide open. The extremely realistic painting was based on Taoism and Confucianism and the soul was sacrificed. If it could be refined into a magic weapon, it would be amazing...
Damn it, I was just giving you a suggestion, and you can draw inferences from it
As he was thinking about it, his body suddenly became lighter, and Lu Liangsheng grabbed him and put him on his shoulder. Then he heard the scholar say, "Master, while it's still early, call the Taoist priest, and we will set up an illusion array around Qixia Mountain."
"Slow down, slow down, ah ah..."
The Toad Taoist's voice stretched out in the air, and Lu Liangsheng leaped into the sky. His figure became blurred, and the next second he had landed on the mountain path below. He whistled towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.
The whistle sound, mixed with magic power, echoed back into the mountains.
The old donkey pulling the mill in the village trembled its ears and raised its head excitedly. Lu Laoshi beside him was still driving it away: "You don't move all day long, you're still tired..." Before he could finish his words, the old donkey neighed, pawed its hooves, turned around and ran to the village entrance. The rope around its body tightened, and it pulled the millstone to the ground with a bang. As the donkey ran wildly, it dragged on the ground, leaving a deep mark, and stopped only when the rope broke.
"My mill!" Lu Laoshi was in tears as he looked at the half-remaining millstone.
Near the drying dam at the entrance of the village, the Taoist flipped in the air and pressed his palms against the muscular, sweaty chest. The palm prints were as hard as iron and hit it so quickly that not even red marks were left on the five fingers.
With a loud shout of "Ha", the eight people exerted their strength and assumed their own postures. There was a slight "cracking" sound of bones, and vaguely one could see the light around them distorted, and energy burst out.
"... Lu Liangsheng only taught you horizontal training skills?"
Sun Yingxian looked at the eight muscular men and couldn't help swallowing. After the competition just now, these eight men didn't know any moves, but they concentrated on practicing physical training and were almost invulnerable to swords and guns. With the combined strength of the eight men, they stood in front of him like an iron wall that could not be beaten or pushed open.
Eight freaks.
A whistle was heard, and the Taoist saw eight people rushing towards him in a row, roaring "Ah--", and quickly stepped back and waved his hands.
"No more fighting, no more fighting."
Ahead, an old donkey was neighing and running. Sun Yingxian turned around and ran, jumped onto the donkey's back, and quickly went to the road outside the village. There was a golden field with busy farmers everywhere. Lu Liangsheng, dressed in a white and blue robe, was squatting on the edge of the field, making fun of a three or four-year-old girl with pigtails and giving her candy.
Hearing the sound of the bell shaking, he stood up and stroked the little girl's head.
"Don't run around, just wait for your parents by the field."
"Um!"
The little girl licked the candy, nodded obediently, and waved her little hand to the scholar who passed by: "Goodbye Mr. Lu! Goodbye Big Toad!"
"goodbye."
The Toad Taoist lay on his disciple's shoulder and rolled his eyes: "Why should I be like this... Forget it, I won't bother with a child."
Hearing this, Lu Liangsheng smiled and slightly pulled the hem of his robe as he walked onto the path. An old donkey also came over and licked his master's palm with its tongue. At the same time, a Taoist priest jumped off the donkey's back and looked around.
"Old Lu, why did you ask me out?"
The scholar stroked the donkey's bristle and his eyes swept across the stretch of Qixia Mountain. His words came out softly from his lips, each word pronounced with certainty.
"Here, set up a magic circle."
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As the sun rose above the sky, the little girl sitting by the field licked the candy in her hand. When she wanted to look at Mr. Lu who was giving her the candy, there was no one on the road.