The setting sun hung on the top of the mountain, and the red afterglow covered the foothills with a layer of rosy clouds.
The wandering birds in the distance returned to the forest. In the last afterglow, the light of a bonfire was burning in a forest not far away. The Taoist fanned the flame, opened the lid of the pot, and blew away the hot steam from the rice porridge.
"Old Lu, what are you doing here? You don't really believe what those people say, that there is really a dragon in that deep ravine, do you?"
In the direction where the hot air was blown away, on a stone, Lu Liangsheng put down the bamboo slips, stuffed them into the bookshelf, took out the Toad Taoist priest, and placed him as a pillow on the hem of his robe.
Seeing that Lu Pan and the other eight people around him were also looking at him with doubtful eyes, the scholar began to talk about what he had seen before.
"Whether there is a dragon or not, that man is indeed a bit strange. If that's the case, I don't want to get involved, but he absorbs the yang energy of passing merchants and pedestrians. Although it's not much, it can still make people seriously ill. Since we have encountered him, we might as well take a look..."
Lu Liangsheng has his own ideas. In the two volumes of Shanhai Tuzhi, there is a mention of the sea classics: "Jiao is a kind of dragon, several feet long, with a fish body and a snake tail, four legs and a thin neck, with a single horn or no legs, and it moos like a cow. Eating it will not cause swelling."
But it is difficult to really fight the dragon. The monster is huge and its magic power becomes stronger when it encounters water. Even if you don't use your magic power, its size is extremely tricky.
After thinking for a while, he paused and then added: "…If you can't win, retreat."
As he spoke, he glanced at the toad on the hem of his robe, which was curled up in a ball. His eyes met those of his disciple, and he blinked, moved his limbs a few times, and turned in one direction.
"Don't look at me. I don't want to fight with a little demon."
"Little demon?" Lu Liangsheng raised his eyebrows.
Toad closed his eyes and turned again.
"Back then... yes."
Whoosh~~
The wind blew through the forest at night, and a thin mist gradually rose. Occasionally, the howling of wolves could be heard from the distant foothills. Beside the crackling campfire, Lu Liangsheng pinched his fingers, put down the book in an instant, got up from the ground, stretched out his hand, took out the Yuelong Sword and hung it around his waist.
"You guys go wait in the dark. I'll first check directly to see if the monster is a dragon."
"Be careful or you'll be eaten!"
Seeing the scholar with the toad walking out of the range of the fire, Sun Yingxian shouted, packed up the pots and pans and put them on the bookshelf, left one person to look after them, and then took Lu Pan and the other seven from another direction, hiding in the woods under the moonlight.
Amid the rustling footsteps, the moonlight shone silvery through the gaps in the trees. Lu Liangsheng walked through the mist and came to the Wanglong Cliff where he had been during the day. Standing on the edge of the cliff, he looked at the rolling clouds in the mountain stream below and could faintly hear the sound of rippling water.
The scholar smoothed his sleeves, stood straight, and raised his hands toward the outside of the cliff.
"I am Lu Liangsheng from Qixia Mountain. I met you earlier today. I wonder if you would be willing to come out and meet me now."
Zhongzheng's words spread along with his magic power, echoing in the mountain stream for a long time.
As if Lu Liangsheng's voice was heard, the sound of water below suddenly stopped, and the chirping of insects in the surrounding grass and woods also disappeared in an instant, leaving a dead silence.
Wow~~~
The leaves were swaying in the wind and I could vaguely hear the sound of water in the ravine below suddenly becoming louder, like a stone falling into the water, and a low moaning sound from the throat of an animal.
"Layman, you and I have only met in the daytime, and we have nothing to do with each other. You follow your path, and I cultivate my demon. Why do you want to meet me now? Is there anything else?"
As expected, a majestic and deep voice came from the mountain stream. Under the curling clouds, ripples appeared on the dark water surface. A long black shadow twisted and slid past in an instant, revealing a long and strong body. The ripples spread out and hit the shore, forming waves.
At this moment, the sound of water, mixed with a terrifying aura, surged up. Lu Pan and the Taoist who were hiding nearby had low cultivation levels, and they suddenly felt their whole bodies go cold and numb, and their hands and feet became uncontrollable.
Lu Liangsheng, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, was full of righteousness, and no gods, ghosts, demons or evil spirits could get close to him. He brushed away the aura that was blowing in his face with the help of his sleeves, narrowed his eyes, and shouted at the mountain stream.
"Don't be so presumptuous!"
As the voice came back, he lowered his sleeves and took two steps closer, not caring at all about the gravel sliding and rolling under his feet, staring at the misty fog below.
"Since you don't want to come out and see me, I'll tell you straight out. I guess I'll use the dragon scene to attract people over, and then watch you hide in the crowd and absorb people's yang energy. Am I right?"
"hehe… "
Laughter rang out from around the mountain stream, and then a voice echoed back: "It is true that I absorb people's yang energy, but why do I need to pretend to be a dragon? Since you want to provoke me, it's okay for me to show myself to you."
Next second.
The clouds suddenly surged, and under the rolling white air, there seemed to be a little fire. In the dim light, a pair of scarlet lanterns instantly lit up at the bottom of the mountain stream and approached the cliff rapidly. There was a loud sound of water, and the surging mist broke through, and a tall and strong figure more than two meters long rushed up.
Bang!
The huge short arms and sharp claws grabbed the cliff, and the slender body climbed the edge of the cliff. The steel bristles meandered down the spine. The huge head looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and after a moment, it slowly lowered it. A pair of deep eyes like lanterns, with bright yellow pupils, stared down at the scholar on the cliff below.
Half of its body was still hidden in the clouds, while the upper half stood tall, reflected in the moonlight.
Snap—
The birds were crying in panic and flapping their wings and flying around in the woods. Lu Pan and others who were lying in ambush on one side pointed at the long shadow standing tall in the moonlight with their open mouths trembling slightly and began to stammer.
“… Dragon, it’s a dragon.”
"It's a Jiao!"
The Taoist gritted his teeth and corrected himself. He had not yet entered the Nascent Soul stage and felt it was difficult to resist monsters of this level. He held a few pieces of talisman paper, but his body could not help but tremble slightly.
Birds screamed in the woods.
Under the cold moonlight, Lu Liangsheng, dressed in a green shirt and white robe, stood on the edge of the cliff with one hand behind his back. He raised his head slightly and looked at the long shadow climbing the rock above him. The mountain breeze blew, and his hair and clothes fluttered.
He waved his other hand, and the sword at his waist came out of its sheath with a clang, emitting a cold light, and flew around the dragon into the sky, with the tip of the sword hanging down above its head.
The sound of Pu Du Ci Hang hummed and chuckled on the sword.
"You haven't turned into a dragon yet, but I have dragon energy. Do you want it? I won't give it to you. If you get angry, I will pierce your spine with my sword."
It has been said since ancient times that when a dragon escapes from the water, it will be accompanied by strong winds and rainstorms, swollen rivers, and floods that destroy everything. People with great Taoist skills, entrusted by the villagers, hang swords under the bridge to guard against the "escape dragon". If they are not careful, they will be injured in the head and spine by the sharp sword, and the river surface will be stained with blood, and their spiritual practice will be ruined.
Under the moonlight, the long shadow standing on the edge of the cliff was naturally a little afraid of the fairy sword hanging above his head. As for the dragon energy above, he did not care. Instead, his bright yellow dragon eyes were staring at Lu Liangsheng's shoulders.
“It’s you!!”
Toad Taoist opened his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Does this old man know you?"
“How could I not recognize you!!” A sudden roar exploded from the dragon’s body, and the roar resounded through the mountain stream. Its sturdy and slender body moved, and its huge head lowered slightly, opening its long snout to reveal its fangs: “I am where I am today, all thanks to you!!”
A fishy wind blew, making Lu Liangsheng's robe rustle. The latter turned his head to look at the toad on his shoulder.
"Master, is this another defeat by you?"
Taoist Toad helped his disciple stand up by the ear and looked the old dragon up and down.
"No."
He paused, nodded and pondered for a moment.
"Thinking back to the past, I can always remember those who were beaten by my master, or those who beat my master, but it has no memory of it."