The Imperial Preceptor of Great Sui Dynasty

Chapter 646: Spring rain falls in front of the small temple

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…I really seem to have seen it somewhere.

Such a handsome appearance should not be so easily forgotten...

Under the black veil, while the woman was thinking, the man next to her had already stood up, held the tea in both hands and saluted towards Lu Liangsheng.

"Pharmacist thanks this young master!"

This man looked quite chivalrous, somewhat different from the outlaws that Lu Liangsheng had seen in the past. He smiled, took the teapot on the table and poured a bowl of cold tea, then toasted the other party across the table.

"You're welcome. It's just a matter of time. I don't deserve your thanks."

After thanking him, the man stopped talking and went back to sit down. After a while, when the waiter brought the pastries that Lu Liangsheng had ordered, the man said again, "Is this young man traveling alone?"

The implication was that the road was long and the sky was high, and it was too dangerous for a scholar to travel alone. Moreover, Lu Liangsheng did not have any martial arts aura, and there was no trace of him knowing martial arts. That's why the man asked this question. The woman next to him kept looking at the scholar's profile and appearance through her veil, and for a moment she really couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Over there, Lu Liangsheng seemed to notice that the woman was looking at him. He put down his tea and smiled, so as not to make the man uncomfortable. He moved his direction unnoticeably, "It is indeed one person, but brother, you can see that I have no valuables. All I have is an old donkey outside. The bandits are too lazy to pay attention to someone like me who has no benefits."

hehe!

The man over there chuckled. He could tell that the scholar opposite him didn't care about the danger outside, so he didn't bother to get involved. He said a few more words casually, then ate a little with the girl next to him. He packed up the remaining food and put it in his bag, paid the bill and left. The man walked to the door and bowed to the scholar as he said goodbye.

"Sir, the pharmacist has urgent matters to attend to and cannot delay. If we are lucky enough, we will meet again. Goodbye."

Lu Liangsheng stood up as well, and the two were now relatively close to each other. Seeing that this man had a dignified appearance and exuded a heroic spirit, he actually felt a good impression of him. Unfortunately, there was a faint dark aura lingering between his brows, and he thought that his future journey would probably be quite unsatisfactory, so he secretly made some finger gestures in his sleeves to make a guess.

Pharmacist

The scholar frowned, and based on the man's self-introduction, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the man who had already walked out of the teahouse and mounted his horse, and murmured softly: "Pharmacist Li... Li Jing, the nephew of Han Zhuguo... Haha, what a coincidence."

"What do you want to do now?" While no one was paying attention, Toad Taoist opened his mouth and bit off a small piece of cake. While chewing, he looked at his apprentice standing in front of the table.

"Seeing that person is about to get into trouble, you want to go over and rescue him?"

Lu Liangsheng looked at the man and woman who disappeared at the end of the official road outside, and sat down again. "Let's see what happens. This person has outstanding martial arts skills, so he should be able to handle it."

After finishing the pancake, Lu Liangsheng put his master back into his sleeve pocket, stood up to pay the bill, only to be told by the waiter that his meal had already been paid by the couple just now. The scholar looked at the few coins in his hand, weighed them twice, smiled and shook his head, walked out of the teahouse, took the old donkey and went straight to the official road.

I looked up and saw that the sun was gradually getting darker and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Wow…

The spring rain dripped on the branches, and a mist rose on the road leading to the north. Suddenly, the mist surged, and two horses galloped over, splashing mud.

"Chuchen, there is a dilapidated temple ahead. Let's go there and take shelter from the rain."

"What if that bearded man catches up with us?"

"I'm fine, but you're a woman, and getting soaked is bad for your health! Go!"

The man in the rain cracked his whip and ran to a temple on the roadside ahead. The temple was not big and square, so one could see the whole inside at a glance. The two men got off their horses and ran into the temple with water vapor all over their bodies. They looked up at the plaque on the door, which read Lingshi Temple. On the altar in the middle of the temple, there was not the usual statue of a god, but a big stone.

The temples in the mountains are dilapidated, but one can vaguely see that people living nearby often come here to worship. The man doesn't care why a big stone is enshrined in the temple. It is common to enshrine whoever can show miracles these days.

Retracting his gaze, the man took out a tinder from his bag, broke it open, picked up some cattails used for kneeling nearby and lit it, then took a half-rotten window frame, broke it into several pieces and put them into the fire.

Feeling the warmth, the man took out a cake from the teahouse from his bag and handed it to him: "Chuchen, are you hungry?"

"I just ate, how can I be hungry?" The woman took off her hat, revealing her pretty face, and rolled her eyes at the man, "It's just a little cold."

As she spoke, she moved a little closer to the man. The latter didn't understand what she meant, but just smiled, put the cake back into the bag, poked the fire and looked at the flickering flames.

"If you were still in Yanggong's mansion in Chang'an, you wouldn't have to sleep outdoors with me and make you suffer."

"I do!"

The woman leaned towards him and was about to put her head on the man's shoulder when she heard the word "Yang Gong". She suddenly remembered something, sat up straight, and her face changed drastically.

The man clearly sensed the change in the woman and turned his head to look: "What's wrong?"

"I have seen the scholar we met in the teahouse before... He was in Yanggong Mansion..."

Before the woman finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of horses neighing restlessly outside, and heavy footsteps treading on the puddles on the ground, as if they were galloping towards this side.

The men and women in the temple immediately stood up, picked up the swords on the ground, unsheathed them with a "clang" sound, held them in their hands, and the moment they looked out at the misty water vapor, they shouted loudly.

"dog-"

On the muddy road, rain splashed, and a burly figure suddenly rushed towards the rain curtain, as if the falling rain shot out in all directions the moment it approached the man, and ran wildly with both legs.

"men and women!"

After the last two sounds, the figure ran wildly all the way, revealing the outline of a red beard on his face. He did not give the two people in the temple any chance to react. He rushed into the temple gate, swung a heavy blade in his hand, and then chopped down!

Boom!

There was a loud sound of golden bells clashing, and the bonfire on the ground fell over with a whoosh. The heavy sword that was chopped down hit the blade in the opposite man's hand, knocking out sparks, and forced the man to retreat backwards and crash into the altar. With a dull bang, the blades in the hands of the two men separated for an instant, and the pharmacist who was close to the altar hurriedly turned around to avoid it. The heavy blade that slightly flickered in the air came down from the hand of the bearded man angrily.

boom!

The large stone offerings on top of it were shattered and split in half by the blade. The big man drew out the blade, his ears trembled, and there was a whistling sound behind him. He pulled the heavy sword back and swung it. A long sword stabbed into the sword face with a bang. The sword body was bent with a buzzing sound, and the end of the sword handle was extended. The woman holding the sword frowned and shouted: "Ugly ghost, how dare you hit my husband!"

Her skirt fluttered as she suddenly kicked the bearded man's crotch. The next moment, she was clamped inward by the man's knees and twisted hard, causing the woman to scream in pain.

“Out of the world!”

The man named Pharmacist came running over, holding out the blade in his hand, blocking the heavy sword that the bearded man was about to chop down. He kept close to the opponent's blade, creating a series of sparks, and suddenly slashed the opponent's abdomen, forcing the man to retract his leg and knock the sword open. Then he shouted loudly, and used his free hand to make a fist and punch to the side.

The man raised his knife and blocked it. The blade bent and hit the man's face with a bang, causing him to stumble backwards and hit the mud wall. The whole temple shook.

"You sons of bitches, you've ruined my business. Today I'm not going to teach you a lesson..." The bearded man cursed and walked towards the man who was coughing against the wall with the heavy sword in his hand. He took two steps and stopped abruptly. Amid the sound of the dripping rain outside, he heard some different voices.

Ding-Bang-Dang…

On the steamy road, a scholar was walking along the muddy road leading his donkey. He seemed to see this small temple and wanted to take shelter from the rain, so he walked over leading his donkey.

In the temple, the man leaning against the wall tilted his head and saw the figure coming. He recognized it as the scholar he met in the teahouse before, and shouted anxiously: "It's dangerous here! Go-"

The woman who was lying on the ground with her hands covering her ankle also glanced at the scholar who was coming over. Her eyes, which had originally revealed pain, suddenly became filled with fear, and she finally remembered who this man was.

—Lu Liangsheng, the Imperial Master of the Sui Dynasty.

Hearing the man shouting, the woman turned her head with a horrified look on her face, and her voice was also shouting: "Pharmacist, don't talk!"

Ding-a-ling…

The sound of the bronze bell stopped at the temple gate, and a scholar in ordinary robes walked in, without a trace of moisture on his body.