clang clang clang…
Watching the Yuelong Sword swinging its leather reins and bouncing up and down, closing, bouncing again, and closing again, the faint sound not only sounded worthy of a beating, but also seemed very familiar.
"It's a bit like..."
He and the Taoist looked at each other, their gazes fell on the sword heads, they lowered their voices, and spoke in unison.
“Pudu Cihang!!!”
This low cry made Hong Lian and Toad, who were singing on the bookshelf over there, stick their heads out to look.
A piece of sword handle popped out from the hands of the two men, and three red jades flashed in the setting sun. A faint sound was heard shouting in the air around them.
"Good, good, you should call me Dharma Master!"
Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly, and his finger flicked the sword head. The hilt sank down and closed with the scabbard with a "click".
"It doesn't look like Pudu Cihang."
“Yes and no!”
On the side of the road, in the bookshelf on the back of an old donkey, Toad Taoist, with a rope tied around his waist, bit his pipe and puffed out smoke. He yawned, lay down on his side, and just as he said "yes", the old donkey turned around and ran away. The bookshelf shook, and his round and short body fell down.
The rope was stretched straight, and the Toad Taoist bit his pipe, and fell into the air with his webbed feet. Sure enough, he said, swaying from side to side:
"… Your guess is correct. It should be that only Pudu Cihang's little spiritual consciousness has become chaotic after the sword spirit was generated. Humph, thinking back to the past, I traveled all over the three rivers and five mountains, and I have seen all kinds of strange magic weapons."
Here, the scholar slowly pulled out a piece of Yuelong in his hand and cursed softly.
"You useless old toad!"
Then, it shrank back with a whoosh.
“How dare that bastard… look down on me!” The Toad Taoist priest, who was hanging on the rope, dropped his pipe, twisted his limbs in the air and struggled, yelling at the magic sword in his disciple’s hand.
"Last night you were beaten by me—"
Hong Lian reached out her hand and untied the rope around the Toad Taoist. Her webbed feet landed on the ground and she ran over with her white belly bulging.
With his webbed feet on his waist, he raised his toad face and shouted, "Come down and fight me!"
The hilt and the sword body popped out a bit, and before the Taoist could reach out to grab it, it retracted.
"Since there are too many of you, I will not come out. If you come and beat me..."
With a bang.
The Yuelong sword fell to the ground, and Lu Liangsheng suddenly stepped on it with his toes. Yuelong twisted in the sheath, still shouting: "What are you doing?!"
The scholar raised his hand and snapped his fingers toward the old donkey that was grazing over there.
Over there, the old donkey's long ears trembled, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head, spread his hooves, and ran over with his tongue flicking. He ran to his master, stomping his hooves excitedly on the spot and neighing, as if waiting for the next order.
"Step on it!" Lu Liangsheng retracted his toes and pointed at the ground.
The Taoist priest quickly ran away to put some distance between them. Inside the scabbard, Yue Long screamed "Ah Hey".
"This Dharma is connected to the earth below and the sun and moon above... Hey, don't mess around..."
The huge donkey hoof enlarged on the sword, and the next second, it stepped down with a bang. Lightning exploded in an instant, illuminating the faces of the two men and the toad.
Don't mess around...
Don't mess around...
Yuelongjian's words were trembling, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence. After a while, the donkey's hoof moved away, and with a slight clang, the hilt of the sword bounced out and fell to the ground.
"Honest now?"
Lu Liangsheng picked it up, held it in his hand, and a magical light flashed on his fingertips, and he shone it upwards, and the ancient sword body began to tremble.
"Don't touch, don't touch, it's itchy... ah..."
As magic power was poured in and force was exerted, the Yuelong Sword shook violently, then calmed down. After a moment, it responded weakly.
"Honestly."
In the distance, the sounds of horse hooves and human voices could be heard on the road. In order not to disturb the merchants and travelers, Lu Liangsheng stuffed his master back into the small door of the bookshelf, rode on the old donkey, waved his robe to cast an illusion, and slowly walked through the fields on both sides where farmers were coming and going. As the donkey's back swayed, he carefully examined the sword surface and found an additional subtle spot between the original engravings of Youyun and Qingyue.
Below the carved half moon, there is a line thinner than an earthworm. Looking closely, the carved lines are winding, and you can vaguely see limbs that become claws, dragon whiskers and horns, and a momentum that looks like it is breaking through the clouds and ascending to the sky.
It’s just too small… It seems to lack momentum.
The magic sense probed the sword body, and the original sword blank had disappeared. Instead, there was abundant spiritual energy all over the magic weapon. In the place that could not be seen from the outside, the spiritual energy wrapped around an object the size of a bean curd and hidden inside, like a little man.
Withdrawing his Dharma consciousness, Lu Liangsheng placed the Yuelong Sword horizontally on his legs, and pressed the sword with one hand to prevent it from moving, while his eyes looked straight at the road ahead.
"Tell me about your story."
Yuelong Sword felt the pressure of the magic power that could break it apart, and immediately dared not move. Only the old donkey could hear the voice around him:
"This master is even more powerful than the bump on the toad's back..."
From the bookshelf, a toad said, "Huh?!"
Yuelongjian, who was speaking, suddenly changed the subject.
"... No! Master, I am not Pudu Cihang, but the dragon energy condensed by it and the Moon-dazzled Sword Blank, but I have some of his memories..."
“Now autonomous consciousness is independent?”
"The master is smart."
Hearing this, Lu Liangsheng felt relieved, but with the character of a great demon like Pu Du Ci Hang, he really couldn't do what Yue Long Jian did.
Moreover, he is a chatterbox.
The sun was setting in the west, and the old donkey was running southward with the bells ringing under its neck. The sound of the Yuelong Sword returning to its sheath was mixed in the sound of the wind.
"... The Taoist priest next to you, I found a formula that can change your appearance from Pudu Cihang's memory. Do you want it?"
"By the way, do you have enough talisman paper? There is a village market ahead, remember to buy some, otherwise you won't be able to catch up with the master's old donkey."
At one side, Sun Yingxian, who had cast the magic talisman and the invisibility talisman, smirked. He spread his arms and legs, turned his head, looked at the scholar sitting crosswise on the donkey's back, and gritted his teeth.
"Can I give this sword a beating!!!"
In the bookshelf, the Yuelong Sword trembled and pulled out a little on its own, but when it saw Lu Liangsheng looking at it from the side, it quickly retracted.
He continued, "Master, your fist is not made of iron. It will hurt."
“Ahh… I can’t take it anymore!!”
The Taoist shouted loudly, lifted the hem of his robe, changed the direction of his running feet, and shot out like an arrow, stirring up a long trail of dust, several points faster than before.
hehe…
When Hong Lian covered her mouth and chuckled, the Yuelong sword on the rack suddenly changed direction.
"Ah... This female ghost sister has an extraordinary voice. I wonder if she has ever worked in a theatre troupe?"
Hong Lian's voice suddenly stopped. Without speaking to it, the scroll simply shrank and mixed with the other scrolls.
In front, Lu Liangsheng reached out and hit the tip of the sword.
"Don't talk."
"oh."
The Yuelong Sword stopped moving immediately, but after a moment, it couldn't help but move the hilt a little. Lu Liangsheng stared at it directly, and it quickly closed the scabbard. Seeing it fail, Hong Lian finally laughed in the scroll.
The news of the emperor's death spread quickly along all the official roads. At this time, two yamen runners on two horses were delivering the official document and were running on the official road to Hegu County. Among the dug fields, farmers who were preparing to go home picked up their hoes and watched the two men and two horses running past with the wooden box containing the official document on their backs.
Amid the sound of horse hooves, two officials cracked their whips.
"drive!"
"Brother! It's getting dark soon. Speed up and get into the city before it gets dark!"
"Don't worry, at this speed we two brothers will definitely catch up. There won't be any donkey faster than us!"
"Don't mention the donkey!!"
"Hahaha, then it's okay to talk about people."
As one of the officials laughed, another yamen runner recalled the last scene and subconsciously turned his head to the side and glanced behind him.
Then... a figure flashed past his eyes.
"This this this..."
His voice was stumbling, he tightened the reins, ran to his companion in front to slow down the horse, turned around and laughed: "What the hell?!"
Next second.
A figure flashed by and passed in front of him. His legs were so fast that they left an afterimage, and the two pieces of yellow paper were still floating.
Their eyes widened and they swallowed together.
"There really is someone that fast..."
Tap tap tap…
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly spread over. The two men did not look back, but looked at the road level with them expressionlessly.
A bald old donkey grunted and ran over happily, with a man on its back.
The two looked at each other with calm tones.
"Let's go, let's go... It's the one from last time."
The dust on the road gradually dissipated. At the far end, the figures of the man and the donkey were no longer visible. As we walked along the official road, the setting sun turned into a faint red on the top of the mountain.
Amid the neighing of the old donkey, smoke and dust swept all the way through Hegu County and Fushui County to Qixia Mountain.
Hundreds of birds flew across the red clouds and passed through the mountains and forests.
Lu Liangsheng patted the donkey's head and slowly stopped. He took the reins, walked through the bright red glow, and greeted the villagers who were packing up to go home on the muddy road outside the village.
It seemed as if I had only been to the city.
Behind him, the Taoist priest, whose shoes were worn out, panted heavily, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and followed behind him staggeringly.
"Old Lu... wait for me, I'm so tired."