The stream of light flew out of the ship and rushed towards the southern sky.
The Taoist tightened his wide sleeves, water splashed at his feet, he looked up and saw a light flashing in the sky, then disappeared in an instant, and he smacked his lips.
"It's amazing to have a flying sword."
His Taoist magic also includes the ability to steer a sword, which he does by using magic to attach to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and the Five Elements. His power is no less than that of sword-controlling magic, but his master died before Sun Yingxian could complete his learning.
He looked at Lu Liangsheng on the deck and rubbed his chin.
"Why don't I just go and pay my respects... Uh, wouldn't that make me a generation behind Xiao Xian? Forget it."
He walked up to the deck mumbling something, took out incense, talisman paper, and frogs from the yellow cloth bag… He stuffed the frogs back into the bag, lit the incense, shook it, let a soldier hold it, bit his index finger and wrote and drew on the yellow talisman, then lifted the hem of his robe, held the talisman paper between two fingers, and shook it back and forth in the green smoke from the incense, muttering to himself.
"Imperial decree, all gods and ghosts of the eight directions, go up to the thirty-six heavens, and let the heavenly chariots protect me!"
The yellow talisman with the word "imperial" flew out of the building, burning with a bang, and the magic light spread out, attaching to the people standing on the deck. The soldiers who were originally panicked and had weak limbs, only felt a warm feeling spreading throughout their bodies. They pinched their hands subconsciously, and their weak arms felt much stronger than before.
In the south, the sky is gloomy and drizzles continuously.
On the huge rock at the top of the mountain, Chen Fu stopped talking to the other party, his face was gloomy, he took a step forward, made various gestures with his hands, his face gradually turned red, a wisp of white mist rose from his head, and his lips moved rapidly.
The Six Dings and Six Jias are in charge of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. The magic at Fumo Mountain is different from what we usually see. Half of them use the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and the Eight Trigrams to show the power of heaven, but Chen Fu is best at the other half, driving the Six Ding Yin Gods and the Six Jia Yang Gods.
"I, your disciple, have invited you to come out of seclusion many times. You are from the Chen Dynasty, but you came to the Sui Dynasty to be the imperial teacher. I will get rid of you today!"
The old man's fingers changed rapidly, his face flushed, and his lips suddenly opened.
puff!
A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out, and the blood mist quickly gathered and condensed into a ball of blood.
"Dingmao God Sima Qing, please show yourself quickly..."
In the word "威", there is blood as a sacrifice. A gust of cold wind blows, and a slender figure emerges in the air, with his hands behind his back, looking into the sky, and a sinister voice sounds.
"Mortal monk, you called me..."
However, before he could finish his words, there was a sound of tearing strong wind. The shadow of the man suddenly turned around and looked in one direction. When Chen Fu heard the sound, he first heard the sound of "clanging" of metal.
He tilted his head and saw a flash of green light streaking across the distant sky. The strong wind tore through the air to form a cloud of gas, which pointed in this direction. The old man stood up straight with a tingling scalp, then instinctively turned sideways, bent his legs, and reached out to grab the Taoist robe.
Buzz—
The next moment, the sword in the air hummed softly, resounding throughout the world. Green light exploded, covering the mountaintop. The air waves shot out in a circle, and the forests and fields in all directions fell down around them. There was a crackling sound of trees breaking.
In less than two breaths, the green light disappeared.
The shadow of the Dingmao God that appeared in the air had its chest and abdomen torn open, dissipating inch by inch, and the Yue Long that passed through directly, with the tip of the sword resting on the Yin-Yang pattern on a dark black Taoist robe, and the magic light collided.
The figure behind the Taoist robe had long disappeared.
After a while, the Taoist robe, which had lost its magical power, broke into several pieces with a "hiss" and fell to the ground.
On the top of the mountain, the tip of the Yuelong Sword, shining with Dharma light, was pointing downwards. In the drizzle, the sword turned around, and the target's aura was no longer here.
The voice of Pu Du Ci Hang came from the sword.
"It seemed like there was something just now... Hey, the old Taoist priest really ran faster than the young Taoist priest. He disappeared so quickly."
He rushed down the mountain, circled over the forest, went back to pick up a piece of Taoist robe cloth and strung it on the tip of his sword, then flew back under the bright red clouds, flew over the mountains, forests and rivers, and quickly flew towards the river in the north.
Hearing the sound of the magic sword flying back, Lu Liangsheng raised his head. In his peripheral vision, he also saw the red light with a long tail outside the clouds, which was slightly bigger than the previous few days.
"We need to speed up..."
He tilted his head to look at the Taoist who was wiping off his mustache. The latter had his hands behind his back, raised his head to look at the sky, noticed the scholar's gaze on him, and turned his face to the side.
"What? Let Bendao stand there for a while."
"Okay, then you take my uncle Pan and the others to the boat, I'll go first!"
Lu Liangsheng lowered his voice and explained to him that the red light had grown bigger. The Taoist subconsciously looked up at the sky. It was a clear sky with white clouds floating slowly. No other colors could be seen at all.
However, he knew that at the moment Lu Liangsheng was the only one who could see that thing, so he waved his hand immediately.
"Hurry up and leave. I still wanted to pretend, but you've ruined my thoughts."
"Then you take care of this place more." Lu Liangsheng gave another instruction, went down and briefly explained the situation to Han Qinhu, Lu Pan and the other eight people, then turned and walked to the side of the boat, and used Dharma words to go into the water, calling upon the old dragon lurking at the bottom of the river. As bubbles rose from the water, his figure leaped past everyone's sight, landed on the water surface, and stepped firmly on the front end of the long black shadow under the water.
“… I’m being very disrespectful right now.”
Hahahaha… haha…
The underwater creature roared, and what reached Lu Liangsheng's ears were words he could understand.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, don't feel rude. Just remember to confer the title of Duke of Qi in the future. Either the Wei River or the Jing River will do."
The neighing stopped, and the long shadow floating in the water swam out quickly. The waves hit the hull, and in the ripples created, in the sight of the soldiers standing on the deck, including Han Qinhu, Sun Yingxian, Lu Pan, Zhu Ganglie and others, the long shadow carrying the scholar passed the ship in the blink of an eye and disappeared at the end of the river.
The moon returned from afar with a hint of coldness. It descended from the water, cut through the waves, drifted a few turns, and flew straight to the figure standing on the water and coming quickly. It braked suddenly and turned around, aiming the tip of the sword at the scabbard on the scholar's waist. At the moment of closing, a faint groan of "ah..." was heard.
The scholar reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, then raised his eyes to look at the pieces of cloth in his hand. He pursed his lips for a moment, then loosened his fingers and the pieces of cloth floated away with the river breeze.
With his black hair stroking, Lu Liangsheng put his hands behind his back and stood on top of the old dragon, quickly passing through the mountains and rivers on both sides and the mountain villages with curling green smoke.
Birds fly across the river.
In the sunshine, it is like a picture of a fairy crossing the river.
…
It was cloudy and rainy in the south, soaking the land.
Chen Fu came out of the forest staggeringly, holding onto an old tree. His Taoist robe, which he had used to refine magic weapons, was torn into pieces. He walked on the road wearing only an inner garment. His hair was disheveled and covered in mud, and he looked quite disheveled.
"This Lu Liangsheng... actually has a magical sword... He can kill me from a thousand miles away. I was careless."
His beard mixed with rain and dew trembled, and he murmured a few words intermittently. Then the old man sat on a stone by the roadside in the rain, closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and adjusted his chaotic magic power.
Soon, the sound of horse hooves was heard at the end of the road.
"drive!"
Tap, tap, tap... The galloping horses' hooves splashed the accumulated water. Among the several war horses, the leader was Chen Jing. Seeing the old man sitting in meditation with his eyes closed on the side of the road, he pulled the reins, let out a "whoosh", and without waiting for the horses to stop, he turned over and jumped off.
“Master!”
Chen Fu opened his eyes slightly, saw the young man approaching, smiled and nodded.
"Isn't your majesty with General Cao in Hegu County?"
"I... I didn't see my master, so I was a little worried, and looked everywhere for him..." In fact, he felt that there was a magical confrontation here, so he left the army and rushed over here. Now, he naturally couldn't say that in front of his master.
After a pause, Chen Jing looked at the old man and hesitated for a moment: "Master, where is your Taoist robe?"
"Hehe... Master calculated that there is a mountain lion nearby."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he straightened his face and pointed solemnly at the outline of a mountain outside the lead-blue rain curtain, "It has become a monster. This white-browed tiger with hanging eyes is really powerful. Fortunately, my master's cultivation is not bad. I defeated it and drove it out of the mountain. It can be regarded as saving the people of several villages at the foot of the mountain."
It seems that the tiger demon must be a big demon to make Master so embarrassed...
Chen Jing thought about it, helped his master up and put him on the horse. The old man sat up straight, shook the reins and turned the horse's head.
"Your Majesty, how is things going in River Valley County?"
"The front is organizing the formation and screening out the soldiers who are attacking the city."
Chen Fu was silent for a moment, looked to the east of the rain curtain, and spoke slowly.
"There's no time left. Tell General Cao to capture Hegu County as soon as possible!"
After saying this, he cracked the whip in his hand and shouted, "Go!"
Rushing to the front of the mountain path first, Chen Jing also cracked the whip and galloped on his horse in the rain.