Constellation
Lu Liangsheng couldn't see the situation behind his back, so Min Yuerou hurriedly took the bag and found a bronze mirror. Seeing the scholar's puzzled look, she pulled her hair up embarrassedly.
"As a woman, it is only natural for me to carry a bronze mirror."
Putting it to the side behind Lu Liangsheng, the scholar looked at the image reflected in the mirror from the side and saw more than ten black spots circling around the scapula. It looked like what she said.
But if you look closely, you will find that these black dots seem to be composed intentionally or unintentionally, and more like a pattern. Lu Liangsheng asked the woman not to move. Through the black dots reflected in the mirror, with his painting skills, it is easy for him to draw and connect these dots back and forth.
"The more I look at it, the more it looks like... a black turtle?"
After trying several times, Lu Liangsheng frowned even more. According to the picture he had made up in his mind, it was indeed more like the black tortoise he had drawn before. And this was the only possibility that made sense, otherwise such a thing would not appear for no reason.
Putting aside their thoughts for the moment, as they were now unable to delve any deeper, they talked for a while, and then they sat back and forth, the flickering firelight illuminating them as they gradually fell asleep.
The night deepened and the air became increasingly cold. When I woke up the next day, it was already bright. Birds were perched on the branches and chirping. The coarse cloth hanging at the door as a curtain had been taken away by the woman, who turned around and smiled softly at Lu Liangsheng who had just woken up.
"No need to help, I'll pack it up and leave right away."
Lu Liangsheng sat on the hay, quietly watching her busying around like a young wife. Soon, the two of them, chewing on dry food, carrying swords and leading horses, walked down the hillside together.
After going down the hillside and walking on the road leading to Fushui County, Lu Liangsheng suddenly spoke.
"Yesterday evening, I saw you practicing martial arts. Did you perform well?"
"When I was little, I practiced some sword skills with the security guard at home." Min Yuerou held the reins, raised the long sword in her other hand, swung the leather reins, and smiled brightly.
"I only started practicing again after leaving Chang'an. Compared with those chivalrous warriors, I am definitely not as good as them."
The autumn morning sun shone through the forest on the mountain road. Amid the sound of birds singing, Lu Liangsheng stared at Qingli's profile, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"I have a set of sword techniques that can be practiced by both men and women. Perhaps you can try it."
"What is it?" Min Yuerou turned around curiously and asked, "Is it the swordsmanship that you cultivators use?"
She knew that she could not practice Taoism, but she was still happy to hear these words. In a way, it was a gift from Lu Liangsheng to her.
Over there, Lu Liangsheng nodded, and continued walking along the road with her, talking as they walked.
"It's called Wanfa Sword Intention. You can practice it even without mana, but its power is greatly reduced. But if you put it in the martial arts world of ordinary people, it can be considered a superior swordsmanship. If you are good at it, with your talent, you may even be able to become a martial arts leader. When that happens, I, a scholar, will have to call you Leader Min."
The latter part of the words seemed to be a joke, but it made Min Yuerou laugh even more brightly. She tightened her grip on the reins and felt that the scholar in front of her was different from before.
Hmm... more casual than before, and also more approachable.
"Then I will teach you when we return to Qixia Mountain."
The morning light shone on the mountain road, the wind gently caressed the forest, and the green birds chirped. When Min Yuerou heard the scholar say this, she felt the warmth of the mountain breeze on her face.
At this moment, the reins in his hand suddenly tightened, and the chestnut horse behind him let out a heavy breath, waving its mane and stamping its hooves, somewhat restlessly unwilling to move forward.
"Hurry up and go."
Min Yuerou pulled hard, but the horse refused to move. She turned her head and looked at the scholar beside her: "I wonder if it is sick, Mr. Lu, what do you think..."
Over there, Lu Liangsheng suddenly raised his hand to tell her not to speak, staring straight ahead, and whispered, "Go quickly."
"What happened?"
The woman turned around and followed his gaze along the road ahead. In the sunlight, far away, she saw a skinny old monk with a pale beard standing there, holding a golden bowl in his hand.
As his robes fluttered in the wind, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over with a dignified gaze. When he saw Lu Liangsheng, he also saw the woman leading the horse next to him. His expression was indifferent, as if he had known it for a long time.
"Amitabha, Mr. Lu, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Here, Min Yuerou called out softly, "Is this the monk who injured you?"
Lu Liangsheng stared at the other person and said something softly.
"You should leave now."
The woman understood at this point that whenever the scholar encountered difficulties in the past, he always had a confident expression on his face, and he would never have such a tone as he had now. She shook her head worriedly and reached out her hand.
"No, I'm coming with you."
Feeling Min Yuerou's hand holding his arm, Lu Liangsheng looked at her, patted the back of her hand twice, and restrained his previous seriousness.
"No need to act like you're facing a great enemy. Never mind... I'll go over there."
He took a few steps forward, loosened the clenched fists in his sleeves, and then cupped his hands and bowed to the old monk opposite him.
"Master, you are really relentless. Yesterday I made it clear enough that I would never tell you about my master's whereabouts. Master, can't you give my master a chance to atone for his sins?"
On the opposite side, with his cassock fluttering, Monk Zhenhai came forward holding a golden bowl, "I have spent my life exorcising demons and monsters, in order to eliminate the evil in the world and eliminate the evil of heaven and human ethics. Even if I reform myself, I am still a demon..."
The footsteps stopped, and the ground cracked with a loud bang. The last word "妖" was uttered with a loud shout.
"A monster is a monster, and it deserves to be punished!"
The Buddhist beads in his hand rustled and emitted Buddhist light. Lu Liangsheng also exerted force suddenly, kicked his feet, and rushed out of the woman's range and rushed into the woods. The tree trunk shook violently and bent back in mid-air. He pulled out the hilt of the sword, pulling out a cold light.
"Incorrigible, Boya Paramita—"
The Buddhist beads rolled up from his hand and flew into the sky. The sound of the spell became stronger due to the wind and collided with Lu Liangsheng who was stabbing with a sword in mid-air.
Bang!
The sword tip exploded, and in mid-air, his clothes fluttered. Lu Liangsheng gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, holding the Buddhist beads and using the strength of a warrior to sink it down, drawing out a sword light, and directly knocking the Buddhist beads back.
Min Yuerou below excitedly clenched the scabbard, never expecting that even if the scholar had no magic power, his martial arts would be so strong. She was about to shout, "Good."
But just as the words reached his throat, he saw the monk opposite him take a step forward, and his voice was like thunder and raging waves.
"I will wake you up, Prajnaparamita Makong!"
"Be careful!" Min Yuerou shouted.
Looking out into the air outside the forest, the string of Buddhist beads that had been chopped back suddenly expanded and swept over.
Before Lu Liangsheng's feet touched the ground, he raised the Yuelong Sword in his hand forward. The moment golden light covered the sky and earth, brighter than the morning sun. In an instant, his body flew backwards silently, hit a tree in the forest, and rolled to the ground.
The tree shook, and the dead leaves fell down, covering the scholar under the tree.
Min Yuerou's mind went blank on the mountain path, and then she burst into tears and screams.
"Lu Liangsheng!!"
He threw away his reins and sword and climbed up the gentle slope on the side of the road like a madman.
The sun shone into the woods, and the mottled light fell on the motionless figure through the gaps between the trees. He moved his fingers among the messy dead leaves, and the layers of leaves that originally covered his body were blown away.
There were more than ten black spots on the flesh covered by the robe on his back, which gradually began to glow and stretched out lines that gradually connected with each other.
Hiss... Roar—
…
The woman who rushed up the gentle slope and the old monk who was walking slowly in the middle of the road suddenly stopped.
The forest in sight suddenly began to sway wildly, and birds flew out of the forest in large numbers, heading off into the distance in fear.
A strange roar was faintly heard in the air.
Not like a human beast.