"A little boy."
Lu Liangsheng looked at the Taoist boy who was being pressed by the sword tip and frowned slightly. He could not sense the demonic aura from before in the aura he probed into. The pitiful little boy sitting on the ground looked more like an ordinary child.
Not far away, Old Sun, holding the Toad Taoist, ran over and yelled at the top of his voice:
"We've caught you, come here!"
He casually stuffed the old toad to the scholar beside him and said, "Let me come!" He lifted up his robe and squatted in front of the child named Qingfeng. He touched his moustache on his upper lip, squinted his eyes and looked at him. He took out a yellow talisman from between his fingers, shook it a few times, and it burst into flames.
On the other side, the child blinked his eyes and uttered a crisp sound from his little mouth.
"Master, what are you going to do?"
The Taoist turned his face away slightly, glanced at the other person suspiciously, then stood up and walked to Lu Liangsheng, lowering his voice: "This little guy, there is no evil spirit."
"Well, it's a bit weird indeed."
Lu Liangsheng nodded and raised his eyes. Zhu Ganglie came over carrying a rake. All around him, Qi You, Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, Monk Fajing, Li Sui'an, and Shelong also appeared from different directions and came over here.
It can be roughly guessed that they all came here after hearing the noise from the tea stall just now.
As he thought about it, he put his master, whose limbs were twitching in his arms, into his sleeve pocket, but the sword in his hand never moved away at all. He raised his other hand in the air, lifted the child up from the ground, and his voice became cold.
"Are you the Taoist disciple of Master Wu Yuan?"
His usual gentle attitude was so different that the Taoist beside him was stunned. Qingfeng wanted to touch the tip of the sword on his neck, but it was cold. He looked at the scholar holding the sword in front of him and hurriedly squeezed out the words to answer.
"Ah... that is... my master is Master Wu Yuan."
All around, Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, Monk Fajing and Zhu Ganglie walked over here together. Looking at the children on the ground, they couldn't help but frown.
"Why is it a child?"
"Just now, the magic power was strong, it doesn't seem like fake."
"I just heard him say that he is indeed the Taoist child of Master Wu Yuan."
…
Over there, Lu Liangsheng nodded at them, and while everyone was talking, he cast his gaze on the Taoist boy.
"Why should I ask you where is Master Wu Yuan? And why are you here?"
Qingfeng looked at the Yuelong Sword on his neck. The voice of Pudu Cihang was faintly saying on the sword, "Your neck is harder than mine. Why don't you give it a try?"
The former turned his face away with a look of frustration, looking at the scholar on the other side. When he mentioned his master, he snorted and raised his chin slightly.
"My master is naturally in Wuji Mountain's Five Colors Manor. This Taoist boy is naturally here to stop you on the orders of my master. I also want to tell you that my master is busy now. When he is free, you don't need to look for him. My master will come to find you..."
At the side, Monk Fajing hit him on the head with a bang.
"Okay, easy to talk to! Where is my master and father?"
Qingfeng covered his head, squatted on the ground, grimacing in pain, and shouted, "I am just a Taoist boy who is here to pass on messages. You, a big monk, can't even speak straight, and you still have the nerve to ask others to speak properly!!"
Then he raised his little face and looked around.
"You are a group of people, bullying a little kid like me. It's embarrassing to tell anyone about it."
Zuo Zhengyang and Yan Chixia, who were standing nearby, felt quite embarrassed. Logically speaking, regardless of the other party's cultivation level, they were indeed bullying a child.
The Taoist didn't care. He squeezed to the front, put his elbow on the scholar's shoulder, tilted his body and raised his chin.
"Hey, we just bullied you, so what?"
"You!!" Qingfeng's face flushed red as he stared at the wretched Taoist priest with a scoundrel look on his face. He had never thought that there were such people in the world, and his cheeks puffed up.
Lu Liangsheng raised his hand to stop the Taoist who was about to speak. Looking at the appearance of this Taoist boy, he seemed young and cute, but in terms of cultivation, his age was probably older than those present. As for his experience... he probably seldom left the Wujiang Mountain.
"You said, Wu Se Manor, we can't get in?"
Hearing the scholar speak, Qingfeng turned his head, nodded, and folded his arms like a little adult: "My master's magic is beyond your reach. Even if we attack together, we can't break the barrier of Wujiang Mountain. We can't even see Wujiang Mountain."
"Is the old monk Zhenhai also in the mountain?"
Qingfeng nodded. Seeing that the big monk next to him was a little excited and was about to reach out to hit him, he quickly moved his body to the side and created some distance under the sword on his neck.
"Don't come over here. I won't talk to you. It's too tiring! That old monk, my master is very useful, so forget about it. Also, don't really go to Wujiang Mountain. If the master really wants to take action, not only you, but even if all the cultivators in this world are tied up together, it won't be enough."
Everyone around fell silent. They didn't know whether the Taoist boy's words were true or not, but the other party could transform into a crane and a wild beast, and his cultivation was not low. It would take Lu Liangsheng at least 20 to 30 years to cultivate such a boy.
After a moment of silence, Lu Liangsheng raised his eyes again.
"Back then, when Heliangzhou was hit by a severe drought, the women and children who were captured, as well as the demon spirit of the great demon Pudu Cihang, were all ordered by your master?"
"Of course."
It seemed that he was not so afraid of the magic sword around his neck. The Taoist boy admitted it crisply, putting his hands on his hips and pointing at the surroundings.
"What's wrong with a few deaths? A lot of people die every year anyway. Heaven has a set number of deaths. My master should take away a batch of people on behalf of Heaven, so the rest will die... And my master..."
"That's enough..."
When the scholar across from Qingfeng held the hilt of the sword and whispered, he continued: "If my master takes it, there's still a chance of death..."
Before the word "use" came out, a huge sound mixed with magic power exploded.
“That’s enough!!!”
Lu Liangsheng's robes rustled as his majestic magic power surged. At that moment, the ground cracked, and dust and pebbles were blown up in all directions. The whole empty field was filled with the sound of roaring wind. Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia and the others were also pushed back two steps by the wind.
"Your master... is also a human being, right?"
Lu Liangsheng was shaking as he gripped the hilt of the sword. His eyes were slightly red, and he squeezed out a low voice with his lips slightly parted, "Even if he has become an immortal, he was still a human before. How can a human say such words? He is no different from that evildoer!!"
He clenched his teeth and almost yelled the last sentence.
Lu Liangsheng held the sword and stepped forward. The boy who was frightened by him stepped back in a daze, muttering:
"… Is there anything wrong with that? It's… useless… but I'm using it… There's nothing wrong with that. Why are you so angry… I won't play with you anymore!"
After saying that, he suddenly turned around and pounced on the ground, sticking his butt up and turning into a wisp of green smoke to drill into the ground. The Taoist held up a magic spell, used the escape technique, jumped up on the spot, and was about to drill down when he was stopped by Lu Liangsheng.
"Old Sun, stop chasing. Even if we catch Qing Feng, it won't be of much use. We can't find Wujiang Mountain and break the barrier. It's all in vain to keep chasing him."
Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, and Monk Fajing looked at him, not knowing what to say. Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes and put the Yuelong Sword back into its sheath.
He let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and smiled at them: "I'm fine, I just felt a little angry when I heard that I was treated like a human being. I feel much better now."
"What should we do now? Go back to Chang'an?" Li Sui'an asked.
"Well, back to Chang'an, there are other things to do."
Over there, they have to go to Tianzhi to deal with the rebels over there. For now, this is the only way to go. As for Zuo Zhengyang and Yan Chixia, they are mostly free. Since the matter has been settled for the time being, the latter is unwilling to follow the army to the south and has to continue traveling around the world.
Monk Fajing came over and bowed: "Daoyou Lu, I will stay here and continue to search for the whereabouts of our master. If we find him in Wujiang Mountain, I hope you can come and help us."
"must!"
Lu Liangsheng bowed in return and watched the fat body leave into the vast sand. Yan Chixia also came over to say goodbye.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, I am not here to help much. If the monk finds that place, you might as well inform Yan."
After saying that, he bowed heavily and said, "Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
The scholar lowered his hand and looked at Zuo Zhengyang, who was carrying a long sword on his back. "Where will Qianwei go next?"
"Haha, Zuo hasn't been in the army for a long time. I'll go south with you and visit my hometown along the way."
Hearing this, Lu Liangsheng laughed. It had been so long that he almost forgot that Qian Wei, a martial artist who had turned to Taoism, was also from the south, so they could be considered fellow countrymen.
"Since Qianwei is willing to go with us, why not go together and see the person who caused the rebellion."
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Zuo Zhengyang bowed, then stretched out his hand: "Let's go together."
"Let's go together!"
After a noisy conversation, the group rested for a while and then set off on their homeward journey in the sunshine. In the dust blown by the yellow wind, on a certain hill, a puff of green smoke rose from the soil and a little boy appeared. He patted the dust with his hands and bowed respectfully with his hands clasped together towards the hill behind.
“Master!”
Faintly, there was a sound coming from the air.
"They left?"
The Taoist child turned his head and looked at a group of people slowly leaving in the slanting sunlight in the distance.
"Left, but... Lu Liangsheng's angry look is similar to Master..."
The only answer he got was silence, no one spoke.