Lu Liangsheng was quite satisfied with the first magic weapon. Although it was specially designed to deal with Pudu Cihang, it was also very effective at other times. As long as the opponent had hearing, he would inevitably be affected.
"I don't know if it's too insidious."
This kind of thing can only be known in the future. At this moment, the sky is already bright, and there are voices of people in the mountain village below. In the distance, the loud crowing of chickens can be heard echoing in the mountains.
Oh... Oh oh oh... Oh—
The sun shone through the sea of clouds, casting a golden glow. Lu Liangsheng tied up the painting "Soul Burial in the Underworld" and hung it at his waist. Then he walked towards the eight magic swords that were still resonating.
The sword bodies are different, and the spiritual essence of each sword is different. It is a bit difficult for Lu Liangsheng now to integrate them into the Yuelong Sword in the middle.
He walked to the refining array and sat down. While practicing the Qiankun Zhengdao, he observed the seven swords surrounding Yuelong. His consciousness was like strolling around, strolling around each sword. The original owners who refined these magic swords had given them different spiritual essences. It was indeed a bit difficult to merge them together...
Bang!
Just when Lu Liangsheng was thinking that it would be very difficult, a magic power for refining the formation was cut off. The moment he frowned, the other magic lines were also cut off one by one. The eight swords that were suspended with their tips facing downwards suddenly lost their support and fell to the ground with a few crackling sounds.
"It seems that the seven days' work has been wasted."
Sighing, the scholar stood up and picked up Yuelong, taking a look. Fortunately, the sword body and the spiritual essence within the sword were not affected.
'Go back and look through the book to see if there's anything you've missed.'
There was no need to take the magic swords back. Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and inserted them one by one into the nearby huge rocks. He packed up and thought that he had missed breakfast anyway, so he walked down the mountain slowly and returned to the village. There were quite a few people gathered there.
The busy farming season is over, and the villagers, young and old, gather together. Grandpa Lu sits on a chair, basking in the sun drowsily. Not far away, there are people squatting on the ground with bowls in their hands, slurping noodles and eating pancakes, listening to everyone chatting.
"Did you hear anything this morning?" "Oh, I heard it. We thought Mr. Lu was dead, so we prepared for the whole village to have a feast, but nothing happened."
"Whose music is that? It's unlucky to hear it so early in the morning."
"Hey, Liangsheng is here, maybe he knows if we ask him."
A group of young and old men, as well as sturdy women and children in the village saw the scholar coming back from outside and greeted him one by one. Even Lu Pan, who was squatting and eating noodles not far away, stood up.
You have to know that the good days that Lujia Village has enjoyed in recent years were all brought about by this scholar. He even smashed the Emperor's throne room, which was an incredible ability.
"Liangsheng went to Mount Qixia again."
"If you can't talk, don't say anything. Liangsheng's master is practicing in the mountains, so we must go."
"By the way, Liangsheng, what was that noise this morning? It sounded creepy. What happened? Can you tell us?"
Everyone likes gossip and hearing new things. Lu Liangsheng doesn't mind. Instead, he likes this kind of intimate conversation. Anyway, everyone in the village knows him well and they all know that he knows Taoism, so he seems relaxed when talking.
"Nothing, just some magic that messed up something, it's fine now."
After replying and chatting for a while, Lu Liangsheng walked over to Mr. Lu who was basking in the sun and took the old man's pulse. The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young man squatting in front of him with angry eyes.
"Who are you, a thief, to dare to test me in front of me!"
On the opposite side, Lu Liangsheng retracted his finger and replied with a smile: "I am Yang Jian of the Northern Zhou Dynasty."
There was nothing wrong with the old man's health, but he was a little confused. If he walked a few feet away from home, he would forget the way home.
"Yang Jian, who is Yang Jian?" Lu Taigong tilted his head and blinked confusedly, "Eh... why am I here?"
He stood up with a cane and walked around slowly.
"Where's my home?"
Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but smile. There were many people here anyway, and someone would come to send Grandpa Lu back later. Lu Pan, who had just finished breakfast, came over. He wiped the remaining oil and soup from the corner of his mouth, followed his nephew, and patted his chest.
"Liangsheng, the eight of us have been practicing what you taught us for four years, but that little Taoist priest couldn't beat us. One time I went into the mountains and encountered a lone wolf. Guess what? Its teeth couldn't even bite through my skin, but it just threw it up and flew two meters high... Do you want to teach us something else? Or find something for us to do?"
The scholar walking in front stopped and looked stunned for a moment.
Even Taoists can’t defeat them
… These eight elders must be practicing every day. Lu Liangsheng turned around and saw Lu Pan shaking his shoulders and opening his chest. His two towering pectoral muscles were shaking and jumping left and right.
Lu Liangsheng: “…”
It seems that we really need to find them something to do, otherwise if they continue to practice, they will probably develop health problems.
On the way back to the courtyard, he asked Lu Pan to put on his clothes first, and suddenly he thought of the barrier outside.
"How about this, Uncle Pan? I've placed paintings on Xiaoquan Mountain and two other nearby hills. You guys go there and guard them for an hour or two every day to prevent anyone from taking them down."
"well."
Lu Pan rubbed his rough hands and nodded excitedly. He said goodbye to his nephew and went to look for the other seven people. On the way, he met an old man and asked him how he got here. The old man pointed to the fence in front of him with morning glories blooming.
"Go and have a look."
In the small courtyard over there, the Taoist priest did some boxing under an old tree in the yard, yawned, and sat on a stool. When he saw Lu Liangsheng coming back, a grin appeared on his face.
"You don't have a sword on you, so you didn't practice it?"
Hum-ah-ah!
The old donkey ran out of the hut happily, stretched out his head to hold the scholar's sleeve, and swung the reins under his neck back and forth, signaling him to take him out for a walk.
Lu Liangsheng glared at the Taoist priest and reached out to untie the reins from around the old donkey's neck.
"Go by yourself, and remember to come back after dark."
Ahem~~
The old donkey let out a long neigh, turned around and ran out of the yard, and his joyful cry soon disappeared outside.
Lu Liangsheng greeted the Taoist priest, then went straight back to the room, found the book on weapon refining, sat down at the table and read it. The Toad Taoist priest climbed up along the table leg, picked up the small bowl, scooped a few mouthfuls, and glanced at the page.
"The weapon refining failed?"
"Um."
The paper turned a page with a soft rustling sound. Lu Liangsheng responded with a low hum, his eyes constantly searching for useful content on it, and then he also said:
"This is the first time I've seen anything like this. If I look around more, maybe I can find a solution. It's fate after all."
When Toad Taoist heard his disciple's words, he shook his head, put down the empty bowl, got off the desk, put on his flippers and walked out.
"Refining equipment is different from daily practice. Let me go and see what's going on for you."
With the gourd on his back, he stuck his head out and saw that Li Jinhua was not under the eaves. He spread his webbed feet and ran quickly towards the courtyard gate with his white belly sticking out. Just as he turned the corner, a pear blossom stick came towards him.
Bang!
The end of the stick hit the toad's face, and its short body bounced out like a ball and rolled twice on the ground.
The Toad Taoist climbed up in a panic, with a red mark on his face, which looked quite funny. When he saw that it was the village Master Lu, he cursed him angrily.
"That woman's..."
He was about to go around and leave. When Mr. Lu next to him heard this, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.
"You are my father?"
The Toad Taoist thought the old man was taunting him, so he turned back as he walked away and said, "I am still your ancestor!"
"Ancestors..."
Mr. Lu called out weakly.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Inside the fenced courtyard, Sun Yingxian held her belly and laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. The Toad Taoist puffed up his cheeks, but he was helpless against the old man, so he angrily walked into the mountains with his flippers in his arms.
…
The light of the sky spread, shining through the gaps in the clouds to the north of Fulin Prefecture. Amid the loud shouts of "Gee!", a horse team of more than ten people ran for a while, and soon stopped to rest nearby.
"Dad! Drink some water."
Min Yuerou got off the horse and took the water bag from the guard, then handed it to her father. She watched the old man tilt his head back and drink it from his mouth in big gulps. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask about the doubts in her heart.
"Dad, what happened and where are we going?"
Over there, Min Changwen wiped the water droplets from his beard, sat down on the ground, and was silent for a moment.
"Let's go south. However, Yuerou, we, father and daughter, will be separated here."
He said this while looking at the fork in the road ahead.
"Go to Qixia Mountain and find someone."