The old tree shook violently, and the accumulated snow splashed and fell.
Chen Jing and Chen Fu, who were standing outside, were shocked. The other three guards turned pale, looked at the flying yellow talismans, and tremblingly took out their weapons and retreated out of the courtyard gate.
For some reason, the wind that rushed out of the room just now gave people a shuddering illusion. Chen Jing's cultivation was still low and he couldn't describe this feeling. Confusedly, he looked at his master and the room with open doors and windows over there. He could vaguely see a figure lying on the bed inside.
The old man also had an unhappy expression on his face. He raised his hand and swept away a piece of yellow paper stuck on his robe. He took a deep breath and then exhaled lightly.
This person's cultivation level is comparable to mine, but the method he practices is strange...
The old man saw Chen Jing's puzzled look in his peripheral vision, looked at the door that was slowly moving back over there, and lowered his voice.
"That was the wind created by magic power. I felt the breath of monsters in it... and the power of the righteous sect. How strange."
"Since Mr. Lu is sleeping, why not wait here for him to wake up."
Chen Jing lowered his voice. The old man puffed up his cheeks, took a breath and was about to scold him when he heard the creaking of the bed in the room. The next moment, his shoulders sank and his tone slowed down.
"It's really not right to disturb someone's sweet dream. The farmyard has a unique scenery. Let's sit under the tree over there and wait for a while."
"Uh... Master didn't seem to want to say this just now..."
"That's what the teacher thinks!"
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked serious. He corrected Chen Jing and sat down on the stone bench over there. At the feet of the Taoist who was busy picking up talisman paper in the yard, a white hen came out of the donkey shed and ran all the way to the kitchen.
Chen Fu stood up suddenly, which made the three guards nervous again. They raised their weapons and looked around.
"Master?" Chen Jing also stood up.
At one side, the old man squinted his eyes and stared at the white hen pecking at the ground outside the kitchen door, then waved his hand for his apprentice to sit down.
"It's just a little demon that has just regained consciousness. Please sit still and I will go and take care of it."
Just as he was about to go over, he took a step when the Taoist priest turned his head and waved the talisman paper he had picked up: "Hey, hey, don't move around. If you step on my talisman paper and make it dirty, you will have to pay for it."
At this moment, the hen at the door was kicked up with a bang, and fell into the yard with its wings flapping. It spread its wings and clucked loudly, then went to the donkey shed and stuck its head out to look around.
Li Jinhua, holding a broom, finished cooking and suddenly saw five more people in the yard. She asked the Taoist priest who was walking by with his back bent.
"Who are they?"
The Taoist finally finished picking up the talisman paper, clapped his palms, and moved his mouth to indicate Lu Liangsheng's room: "Looking for Mr. Lu, but he hasn't gotten up yet. They are waiting in the yard."
"Go and call Liangsheng to eat."
The woman said something and also invited Chen Fu, Chen Jing and the other four people in the courtyard to come along. Since they had come to her house and were visiting her own son, who was so polite, she only needed to add a few more pairs of chopsticks to welcome the guests.
"No need, we'll just wait here." Chen Fu bowed to the woman over there. Although he was stubborn, he should not forget etiquette.
However, his eyes were still looking towards the donkey shed. Then he realized that Lu Liangsheng was also a cultivator and must know that there was an evil spirit in his family. There was no reason for him to worry about it.
After a while, the Taoist put away the talisman paper, turned around and shouted to the next room: "Old Lu, get up and eat." At the same time, the creaking sound of wooden boards was heard in the attic, and a fat black man came down after hearing the sound. Ordinary people could not see the demonic aura on him, so how could the old man not see it.
"Another monster!"
The next moment, a woman in a black dress came back from outside, swinging a black whip, jumping and skipping, and entered the yard. She glanced at the five people here, lowered her eye bags, stuck out her tongue, and pulled Lu Xiaoxian to the kitchen.
"… "
The old man stood there, his body trembling a little. He had seen many monsters since he started practicing Taoism, but this was the first time he had seen so many gathered together. He suppressed the urge to lose his temper and sat back on the stone bench with his fists clenched.
"I finally understand why passers-by say that no monsters dare to come to Qixia Mountain. This place is full of monsters."
"Jing'er, I think we need to be cautious about Mr. Lu's matter. It's better for us to leave for now and gather our old subordinates first."
The old man made a decision, but before he could answer, the apprentice on the other side of the stone table suddenly stood up.
"Mr. Lu is up."
Inside the room, the figure lying on the wooden couch moved. Lu Liangsheng opened his eyes and yawned. He lifted the quilt and put on his shoes and socks. With his still blurry eyes, he saw that the door was slightly open. He closed it with a wave of his hand, and then changed into the linen shirt and trousers folded at the end of the bed.
"I suppressed my magical power and didn't use it. I didn't expect that I couldn't make it through the night and slept until noon."
Seeing the sunlight shining in through the window, Lu Liangsheng opened the door and went out. Just as he stretched himself, a figure came over in front of his sight, clasped his hands and saluted him.
"Chen Jing has met Mr. Lu."
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Lu Liangsheng lowered his arms, and when he saw the young man in front of him clearly, he laughed and went up to hold up his hands: "Why are you here?"
As he spoke, he naturally saw an old man standing under the tree. He casually bowed in response, then walked to the water tank, scooped a spoonful of clean water into the wooden basin and started to wash.
Seeing the scholar rinsing his mouth and washing his face, the old man frowned slightly and stepped forward and clasped his hands.
"I am Chen Fu from Fumo Mountain, Jing'er's master. May I ask where Mr. Lu became his disciple?"
'Gubobobo~~'
The water stain swirled, and Lu Liangsheng spat it onto the ground. He took a towel to wipe his mouth, hung up the shelf, and simply responded: "Just a casual cultivator."
Thinking of how his master had made too many enemies, and wondering whether the old man in front of him was the same, he did not speak to him as frankly as before.
"Have the five of you eaten? If you don't mind, how about we share the farmhouse meal?"
Lu Liangsheng packed up his things and came over, making a gesture of invitation. The old man wanted to refuse, but the three guards behind him made stomach growling sounds.
"I'll go get some food."
Since they were guests, Lu Liangsheng went to the kitchen and shared some of the food on the table to avoid embarrassing them. He then brought out the food and set up a table under the tree.
Seeing that Lu Liangsheng was of low status, the old man felt somewhat favorable towards him. After the scholar sat down, he and Chen Jing also sat down.
"Mr. Lu is really easy-going. I have met many people in the sects who practice Taoism, but not many of them can treat others like this."
"Isn't this what a cultivator should do?"
Lu Liangsheng took it as a polite remark from the old man and poured him a glass of wine: "The mountain village is simple and there is no good wine to entertain guests. I just took the wine that my father hid under the bed."
As soon as the word "wine" fell, Li Jinhua's angry curses and Lu Laoshi's hissing breath were heard from the kitchen.
The old man chuckled twice, looked at the slightly yellow wine in the glass, and smelled the rich aroma of wine.
Chen Fu took a sip. Mountain people are very bold and generous, so they naturally like spicy and strong wine. It stimulates the mouth after taking a sip, and it also feels hot when it flows into the stomach.
He still praised it: "Good wine, Chun!"
"As long as the old man likes it."
Lu Liangsheng also poured a glass for Chen Jing, put down the wine pot, and asked about the business.
"What brings you two to Qixia Mountain?"