"Painted Skin Demon?"
Sun Yingxian's eyes were focused. He flicked his sleeves, crossed his legs, half-crouched, and raised the bronze mirror to his chest. "Last time you sneaked away from Mount Qixia, and this time you dare to come to me on your own. Do you think my Taoist magic is useless?!"
"Young Taoist priest, you are a little too anxious." On the other side, Hua Hongyi curled her lips and smiled softly, her eyes revealing charm as she looked at the Taoist priest, "I am not like some people who can stay in the temple to worship after killing many people. I have never harmed anyone. On the contrary, I have attracted other monsters... After all, I am acting on behalf of heaven. Will Taoist priest Sun still accept me?"
Seeing that there were pedestrians and merchants coming and going not far along the mountain path, Sun Yingxian hesitated for a moment. If he took action here, innocent people might be implicated. He immediately put away the demon-subduing mirror, but did not put away the cloth bag. He took two steps back vigilantly.
"You said you didn't do anything wrong? I won't argue with you. If you want to come and find trouble with Lu Liangsheng, please change the time. I'm afraid you won't get any benefit if you go there now."
Hehehe…
On the mountain path, a burst of silver bell laughter was heard. Hua Hongyi smiled lightly and took a few steps away. She watched the other party retreat and walked forward.
"Why are you defending that scholar so much? But you know, he may not defend you. Come, I'll tell you a secret. Do you know how your master died?"
The Taoist who was originally retreating stopped on his heels. He stared at her and spoke word by word: "Monster, what did you say?!"
Across his field of vision, a woman walked past him with her long sleeves rolled up behind her, her hands behind her back, her back to the Taoist, looking at the withered and yellow mountains.
"Master Sun, Nie Honglian and I were originally one. I also have the memories she has. You know this."
"Say what you want to say quickly, don't waste my time."
"I heard that your master was invited by a good friend to subdue a monster that ate countless people, and died from the purple poison. Have you ever thought about Lu Liangsheng's master? The Purple Star Monster? He also ate countless people and was poisonous."
"Your attempt to alienate others may not be too childish."
Sun Yingxian snorted, but the bronze mirror in his hand slowly dropped to the side of his leg. Hua Hongyi turned his head to look at the demon-conquering mirror hanging by his leg, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Is it a rift? Taoist priest, you can think about it carefully. When the toad basks in the sun, isn't it purple? And why is he called Zixing?"
The delicate body turned around and walked behind the Taoist priest, saying in a charming voice: "That Purple Star Demon Dao has eaten countless people. Could your master be among them? Last time, outside Chang'an City, why was Lu Liangsheng surrounded by various sects? It was because of the Purple Star Demon Dao."
Following the gentle words of the Painted Skin Demon, some details that he had never taken to heart slowly surfaced. The Taoist stared at the ground, his body trembling slightly, and the bronze mirror in his hand slipped with a "snap" and rolled twice on the ground.
Cluck~~~
The Taoist clenched his teeth and made a loud grinding sound. His eyes turned red and he slowly turned his face away.
"That's none of your business, Painted Skin Demon!"
People passing by on the road looked curiously at the two women and a Taoist priest standing in the middle of the road. The Taoist priest looked very angry.
The vendors and donkey carts passed by, and Hua Hongyi looked back at Sun Yingxian: "How can it have nothing to do with me? My Lu Lang is going to marry someone else, and you still have revenge for your master. How about we take revenge together?"
The Taoist looked at the ground. When he heard the words, his eyes moved slightly. He looked at the other person for a long time, and his slightly trembling lips finally squeezed out a word.
"good."
“Hehehe… That’s right.”
Hua Hongyi was quite satisfied with his attitude. He spread out his palm and several talismans appeared. "Take them and wait until the auspicious day comes, then take them out... Everyone must surrender."
Her red lips stretched into a grin, emphasizing her tone.
"Including Lu Liangsheng."
He hesitantly reached out for the yellow talismans. Seeing that there were no "edicts" on them like those from Chengyun Sect, the Taoist hesitated for a moment, and his hands holding the yellow talismans were shaking.
The revenge of the teacher... Lu Liangsheng... The revenge of the teacher... Lu Liangsheng...
… Old Toad.
He knew that Lu Liangsheng's life and Toad Taoist's were connected. Killing one of them would be equivalent to killing both, which was also equivalent to revenge.
Muttering to himself, he had no idea when the Painted Skin Demon and the Spider Spirit beside him left. Sun Yingxian turned around in a daze, staggering, and walked across the mountain path. When he was about to reach the muddy road outside the village, he ignored the vendors who greeted him and the villagers who helped transport things.
Back in the village, in the small courtyard, Zhu Ganglie was holding a piece of bright red silk cloth and trying it on his body. When he saw the Taoist coming back, he hurried over to let him see it.
"It's not you who's getting married, so why are you dressed like a groom?" Sun Yingxian glanced at him. After all, she had something on her mind, so she muttered something and walked away. She walked past the people who were helping in the yard, took out the herbs she had found on the mountain from her yellow cloth bag, and threw them to the scholar who was painting under the eaves.
"This is for you. Consider it a gift from me."
Lu Liangsheng stopped writing, looked at the vine-like herb in his hand, and then looked at the back of the person walking up the stairs, wondering what happened to him.
Zhu Ganglie from the courtyard came under the eaves with a red silk scarf. He followed Lu Liangsheng's gaze and looked at the Taoist priest going upstairs. He said in a muffled voice, "He must have thought of someone when he saw the scarf. He must have thought of a woman."
"Old Zhu, you're tall, come over and help!" someone in the yard shouted.
"Coming soon."
Zhu Ganglie responded and stuffed the red silk into the scholar's hand, "Groom, it's your big day. I don't have much to give you, but I'll help you out a lot. Please don't despise me."
"If you don't mind, go and help." Lu Liangsheng put away the red silk, patted the pig demon's arm hard, sat back, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
On the drawing paper, the small village at the foot of the mountain is decorated with lights and lanterns are hung high under the plaque at the entrance of the village, but from beginning to end, the festive feeling cannot be presented.
The door behind him creaked with a long sound. When Lu Liangsheng was thinking about the painting, Nie Honglian stood at the door and called him softly.
"Sir."
"What's up?"
Lu Liangsheng put down his pen and looked over. Hong Lian waved for him to come in. Min Yuerou was wearing a wedding dress that had been made with the help of the women in the village. She was standing in front of the bronze mirror. When she saw Lu Liangsheng come in, she immediately lowered her head, too shy to raise it.
Mu Qiyu supported her chin and flipped her long skirt over and over with her fingers from time to time.
"Old demon, it looks so good, I want to wear it too."
"You can't wear it!" Lu Xiaoxian helped Yue Rou put on a pair of golden hairpins, turned around and said something to the tree demon over there. She knew that the other party was a monster, but after getting along with it for a long time, she didn't feel afraid of it, and they would often quarrel with each other.
The girl adjusted the gold hairpin on her bun, forced Min Yuerou's shoulders, faced Lu Liangsheng, came out from behind, stood next to her brother, and raised her chin with some pride.
"Brother, how is it? Does it look good? I made it myself!"
Lu Liangsheng looked at Hong Lian beside him and then smiled.
"nice."
Min Yuerou, who was about to bury her head in her chest, blinked her eyelashes lightly. After hearing the voice, she dared to raise her face. Seeing the scholar turning his head back, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Soon, Lu Xiaoxian took her to her room, probably to have her hair trimmed according to the style she was wearing. She also called Qi You to go with her, asking him to help and give some advice.
The door closed without any wind.
Only Lu Liangsheng and Hong Lian were left in the room. The scholar wanted to speak, but the latter spoke first, walked to the bed, took the groom's red robe from it, put it on the man and looked at him for a few seconds.
"Sir, you look good in anything you wear."
"Hong Lian!"
Lu Liangsheng's voice became louder, interrupting Nie Honglian's words. The woman pinched her red robe and laughed, pressing her fingers on his lips. She leaned forward and hugged the scholar gently, resting her face on her shoulder, and her voice was very soft.
"Hong Lian knows what the Master wants to say."
"You know what I'm going to say? I want to ask if you've told my master that you're getting married tomorrow."
Hearing the sudden turn of words, Hong Lian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and lightly hit him on the chest with her hand.
"You are playing a trick on me. I have asked Qiyou to tell him. He should come over tomorrow. He is my master, so I have to pay my respects to him."
Once a teacher, always a father. Although his parents are still alive, he still has to pay homage to his master for such an important event as getting married. If his mentor is also there, he has to pay homage to him as well. Now that everything has been arranged, Lu Liangsheng has nothing to worry about. He spends a few moments with Hong Lian and goes back outside to continue painting.
The sky gradually tilted, and when dusk fell, Lu Liangsheng finally put the last stroke of the painting and walked to the village drying dam. The villagers who were busy building stoves and setting up pots stopped their work one by one out of curiosity.
"What is Liangsheng doing with the painting?"
"Hey, didn't you hear what Lao Pan said? Don't buy the red silk outside. Liangsheng will do it alone."
"It's good to have magic, it saves money!"
Wow!
As he was speaking, the scholar standing over there threw a piece of drawing paper into the air and spread it out. Lu Liangsheng waved his robe sleeve to brush it away, flicked his finger upwards, and a magical light suddenly became bright. A green gas floated out of the painting and flew around.
The next second, someone thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed.
"Look!"