The figure kneeling on the ground trembled for a moment, and slowly raised his face, looking at classmate Lu sitting in front of the easel with an expression of disbelief.
Spirits...
Such words only exist in the texts of bizarre and strange novels. I also thought that Xia Gu, wearing gold and silver, might be a concubine of an official next door who sneaked in for a private meeting...
The breeze swept across the willows, and the slightly swaying willow branches swept across the easel. Lu Liangsheng stopped writing, looked at Jin Huaian who was in a daze, and raised his sleeves slightly. The scholar opposite him felt his body light, as if he was sitting on the clouds and floating up.
"Immortal... Immortal Method..."
Jin Huaian stared in a daze at Lu Liangsheng, who was holding a pen opposite him. His lips trembled slightly and he could not utter a complete sentence. Lu Liangsheng smiled, put down the brush, stood up and patted him on the shoulder. The latter came to his senses, swallowed, followed behind in small steps, looking at the Jinhu scenery from far and near, and then heard Lu Liangsheng's voice.
"… You said that Xia Gu, I have never met her before, but I think you must have put a lot of thought into it to get her to come and ask for my help."
"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu." When Jin Huaian heard the word "Xia Gu", he subconsciously shrank his neck and unconsciously changed the way he addressed her. He said hesitantly, "Is Xia Gu really a monster?"
Lu Liangsheng stroked the fence on the lakeshore, turned his head to look at him, smiled and looked at the sparkling water again, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly along the shore.
"She asked you to talk about the people in Jinhu Lake, which actually hinted to you that her family lived in this Jinhu Lake. Are you scared now?"
Jin Huaian, who was two steps behind, fell silent, his hands clenched into fists, as if struggling with something, and lowered his voice: "What kind of monster is she transformed from? Mr. Lu, can you tell me?"
"Does it matter what kind of spirit it is?"
Jin Huaian was stunned for a long while, then nodded, "It's really not important." Then, he quickly chased after him, revealing a determined look, folded his hands and bowed, "Mr. Lu, I actually wavered just now, but... I really couldn't bear it. Regardless of whether she is a demon or a human, Xia Gu and I are husband and wife, and I don't want to see her die. I know that we are not close friends yet, but I still want to ask you to let her and her family go. If possible, I am willing to take the responsibility for her!"
Know Know Know—
The last cicadas of the golden autumn chirped in waves by the lake. The old donkey crawling under the willows nudged the swaying branches. The annoying cicadas and the gentle lake breeze made the toad crawling on the bookshelf smack its lips and yawn listlessly.
From the distant pavilion, I could hear a man and a woman talking and laughing. Occasionally, I would not forget the scholar who was painting over there, so I looked over and saw the scholar who was painting and another scholar-looking man standing by the lake and looking at each other. I couldn't help but feel curious.
"Hey, the guy opposite the painter seems to be Mr. Jin from our county's library. It turns out they are acquainted with each other."
"From the accent just now, the painting scholar seems to be from Tianzhi. It's not surprising if we know each other."
In the pavilion, a woman said curiously: "…Why are they both so still?"
A voice nearby laughed.
"It's hard to say that the two of them cherish each other and can't help but be moved, haha!"
At the moment when the waves of Jinhu Lake flowed, the cicadas chirped, the fish swam across the lotus leaves, and the bustle of the pavilion in the distance came together, when Jin Huaian said "... take it for her!", Lu Liangsheng's eyes were calm, and he replied in a low voice, word by word, "You can't bear it."
After saying that, he turned and walked back to the easel.
"Your Aunt Xia is the family member of the evildoer in this lake. I will make a decision after I capture the chief evildoer. Don't say any more about this matter. Go back and tell Aunt Xia not to waste your time. I will take care of the evil wind of the Jiangnan Five Divine Arts. No one can stop it!"
…
No matter who comes, it won’t work!
…
Such a decisive tone was rarely uttered by a scholar, and he also took concrete actions.
On the other side of the Golden Lake, a Taoist priest with a pointed face and monkey cheeks took out several yellow talismans and used stones to press them around the temple gate with the plaque "Golden Dragon King" written on it. The tall and imposing Yuwen Chengdu rode on his horse and swung the phoenix-wing gilded hammer backwards.
Dozens of thick ropes were tightened amid the neighing of war horses, making a creaking sound of friction. The next second, there was a loud bang, and the temple with a huge roof collapsed with a loud bang amid the collapse of the earth walls, smashing the clay sculpture of the Dragon King on the altar.
Sun Yingxian was full of energy and waved his hand: "Let's go! To the next one!"
On the lakeshore, horses' hooves vibrated, stirring up dust and galloping along the shore.
…
Know~~ Know~~ Know~~~
The annoying chirping of autumn cicadas and the faint rumbling sounds in the distance made Jin Huaian stand there in a daze, knowing that he was powerless and had no reason to argue. He was silent for a while with a flushed face, bowed to the scholar sitting at the easel, and left in despair.
…How should I tell Aunt Xia
As he let out a melancholy sigh, the sounds of wind, birds and water waves around him seemed to disappear. Jin Huaian, who was walking quickly to the roadside, suddenly raised his head and looked at the bright autumn sun, which was gradually becoming gloomy in his field of vision. Large black clouds swam along the end of the sky and quickly covered the sunlight.
"What's going on?"
Jin Huaian turned around and murmured something. There was a loud bang in the sky. A thunder rolled across the sky. A flash of lightning struck from the dark clouds in front of his eyes and passed through the pavilion in the distance. He heard the talented man and beautiful woman who had been laughing and chatting over there scream in fear.
Whoosh—
The wind was blowing hard, the grass and trees along the coast were swaying wildly, huge waves were breaking out on the lake, and the water was splashing up to two meters high. In front of the easel, Lu Liangsheng's black hair was out of his bun and fluttering in the wind. He didn't pay attention to the sudden changes around him. He waved his arms, and the tip of his pen was still embellishing the details of the scenery on the painting.
"Sir."
Hong Lian was worried in the painting. As a ghost who was blessed by incense, she was very sensitive to the magic power of incense. The scholar on the other side looked at the painting intently and said softly, "It's okay, don't worry."
However, the men and women in the pavilion in the distance had their clothes and hair blown by the wind, and they didn't even have time to keep their feet steady, as they were blown against the stone railings and screamed in pain. One of them was holding onto the pavilion pillar, and inadvertently glanced in the direction they came from. The scholar who was painting seemed to be sitting there unaffected, still continuing to paint, and couldn't help shouting.
"Sir, please hurry up, the wind is blowing!"
“… or come here to take shelter, oh, it’s so windy!!”
The shouting man suddenly tilted and fell on his companion. At this moment, a woman who was being protected suddenly shouted with a horrified tone.
"Look, there's an old man over there!"
"It seems to be heading towards that scholar."
The others hugged each other or held onto the stone railings and looked in the direction the woman was looking. In the howling wind, a tall old man in a green and gold-threaded open-collared gown, with a thick, snow-white beard, walked slowly across the lakeshore with his hands behind his back.
After a while, Yu Guang, the scholar who was walking by the painting, sat down on the bluestone bench next to him, put his hands on his knees, and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
Lu Liangsheng stopped writing, raised his eyes and met the other person's gaze.
"If it rains a little more, Your Excellency's coming here will be more impressive, right, King Golden Dragon?"
The old man propped himself up on his knees, leaning forward slightly, his beard gently swaying in the wind, grinning, "I don't have the duty to bring rain, so I don't dare to send down rain and dew at will. But you destroyed my temple for no reason. Why?"
"Then why do you protect the Five Gods and fool the villagers?"
In front of the easel, the strong wind between the two was blocked, and as they looked into each other's eyes, their words stirred up wind and thunder, and lightning outside began to flash more frequently.