"Nan Shui Shi Yi" records that talismans carved into magic arrays are one of the magical tools used to seal evil things. Ordinary monks can also soak them in black dog blood to restrain corpses and monsters. It can also be used on humans to block the magic power of those who practice Taoism. Over time, it will have great consequences for future practice.
Seeing two talismans falling from his disciple's scapula, even a saint would be furious, let alone Lu Liangsheng
More than a dozen disciples, masters, and elders of the Canglan Sword Sect looked at the huge rock hand sticking out of the ground and saw blood squeezing out of it. It took them a while to come back to their senses.
"…Is Uncle Ren going to die?"
"That guy not only knows how to wield a sword... This should be the Five Elements Technique."
"Revenge for my uncle!"
"Wait a minute, Junior Brother. Let's wait for the Master to speak."
"Hey, look, that rock hand is moving again."
Amid the buzzing noise, Wei Huang was just pulling out the Shenxiao sword in his hand when a voice shouted from the side. Looking over, he saw the giant hand standing towards the sky suddenly shook, and the tightly clenched rock fingers loosened. With a loud bang, stone chips exploded, and a figure rushed out with a trail of blood.
“Ahh—”
Like a tiger out of a cage, he let his Yin-Yang clothes be torn, and left scarlet footprints on the ground. He leaned forward and kicked, and his right arm and hand flashed with sword light, rolled up thunder, and launched a clear blue-white electric light in the air.
Lu Liangsheng held down his disciple who wanted to get up, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the moon hanging beside him instantly turned into a stream of light.
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere, and a shrill scream was accompanied by a piece of arm being lifted into the sky.
"Ah! My hand! Ah..."
The figure that rushed over fell to the ground. Ren Yinyang rolled over and screamed, covering his bloody right shoulder, but the red light in his eyes became more and more intense. Lu Liangsheng stepped over, stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air, pulling out a wisp of red air, which flowed into his body through his palm.
"Sir, please let my brother go!"
Wei Huang didn't know what Lu Liangsheng was going to do, so he drew out his Shen Xiao and rushed forward. The elders of the sect followed closely behind him and shouted, "Stop!"
Wei Huang, who was walking in front, raised his hand to tell the two elders not to be reckless. He walked forward holding the hilt of the sword, stopped about ten steps away, and clasped his fists towards the motionless figure in front of him with his head bowed.
"Sir, if my junior fellow apprentice does anything wrong again, he should be handed over to my own sect for punishment. Please show some mercy."
"Please spare me a favor?"
The scholar who had his head bowed and eyes closed slowly opened his eyes. The wind blew across his cheeks, and a strand of white hair swayed gently on his forehead. He raised his eyes and looked at the three people opposite him, "My disciple, please be merciful. The talisman seals his sea of energy and magic power. You know that over time, it will greatly damage his cultivation and it will be difficult for him to make progress in the future. I, Lu Liangsheng, can't bear to hit my own disciple, but I let you hit him."
"There is indeed a misunderstanding in this matter."
Wei Huang saw that the matter had come to this, and it was difficult for him to shirk his fault. He sighed and clasped his fists again: "My junior brother's temperament has changed drastically, and he has resorted to private punishment. It is really hard to defend, but his original intention was to serve our Canglan Mountain lineage. As the head of the sect, I must plead for him. Moreover, this matter was caused by a misunderstanding between your disciple and my daughter."
"I'm afraid there's more!"
Lu Liangsheng is no longer the ignorant scholar he used to be. He can see through the essence of this matter at a glance and snorted coldly.
"As the head of the sect, you cannot control your fellow apprentices. How can you shirk this responsibility?"
As the two were talking, Ren Yinyang, who was covering his broken arm on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
'Now!'
He stopped screaming, opened his remaining arm and slapped the ground with five fingers, a puff of white smoke rose. Lu Liangsheng waved his hand to summon a strong wind, and there was no trace of the man on the ground.
"run?"
Lu Liangsheng used his fingers to press down the floating Yuelong. Suddenly, Wei Huang's voice rang out from the opposite side: "Sir, our disciples will capture him!"
As he spoke, the elders on both sides and more than a dozen disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect nodded in understanding, picked up their weapons and ran, passing Lu Liangsheng on the other side of the mountain gate and rushing straight down the mountain.
One step after another of stone stairs meandered through the dense forest. Amid the clear chirping of birds, green smoke rose slowly from a steep slope at the foot of the mountain below. Shelong sat on a large bluestone with a frown on his face, looking around. Three scholars were lying on the ground blowing at piled-up dead branches. In the distance, Zhao Tang came out of the forest holding a pile of firewood and threw all the branches and dead leaves in his arms onto the ground.
"You're taking a shit with this stick! How can you burn it when it's so long!"
Ma Liu, who was holding the pot, saw him squatting down with a long stick in his hand, and reached out to hit him. The latter squatted on the ground, covered his forehead, and took a half step back.
"Of course it's used as a firewood stick. If you poke it downwards, it will become more spacious inside, allowing air to flow in and the fire will grow bigger. Don't you understand this?"
Rustle~~
While Zhao Tang was speaking, he suddenly heard a slight noise. Shelong, who was sitting on the bluestone, opened his eyes, grabbed the knife at his waist and stood up. A figure emerged from the bushes over there, scaring the four scholars.
The man's robe was torn and stained with blood, his right shoulder was flat, his arm was bare, and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that he had lost too much blood. When he saw the people over here, he stumbled over and opened his mouth weakly.
"Everyone... Can you help me stop the bleeding..."
Seeing that it was an old man covered in blood, Shelong was too lazy to pay attention to him and sat back, but he stared at the other party vigilantly. The four people over there looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"This man is so badly injured, could it be that he encountered a wild beast in the mountains?"
"Don't you think it's a bit strange that such a person suddenly appeared?"
"You can't just stand by and watch someone die, right?!"
"There are some external medicines in the bag. I'll go get them!"
The four scholars gathered together, muttering to each other for a while. Zhang Ti raised his head to look at the extremely weak old man, then lowered his head again: "He is just an old man. We read the books of sages to help the poor and needy. We should not waste such a good opportunity. The national teacher will also look up to us four people!"
After discussing for a while, the other three nodded in agreement. Wang Feng hurried to get the bag, while Zhao Tang, holding a long stick, and the other two brothers stepped forward to help the one-armed old man to sit down.
"You should take a good rest and don't move around. The mountains here are high and the rocks are slippery." Zhao Tang said softly. Seeing that the medicine had not been delivered yet, he hurriedly shouted to Wang Feng over there, "Did you find it?!"
The moment he turned around to help, the swinging long stick swung out in a semicircle. Ren Yinyang, who was sitting weakly on the stone, heard the whistling sound, raised his head, and what was reflected in his eyes was a shadow of the stick enlarged in his sight.
"Fuck you..."
Ren Yinyang, who had managed to escape with great difficulty, couldn't help cursing as he sat there. With a crisp bang, the stick hit him directly in the face. His extremely weak body shook, and he fell backwards, rolling down the hillside.
As if he felt he had hit something, Zhao Tang raised his long stick and turned around. The sky above the stone was dark and there was no trace of the old man.
Ma Liu and Zhang Ti stood on both sides of the stone, their eyes dull and the corners of their mouths twitching slightly.
"The medicine is here, apply it to the old man quickly... Where is the person?" Wang Feng came over with the medicine box. Seeing that the old man was no longer on the stone, he glanced at the three people suspiciously. Ma Liu and Zhang Ti slowly raised their hands and pointed down the slope, stammering and turning their heads, "... The person was swept down by Zhao Tang's stick."
“I don’t want to do that either…” Zhao Tang felt quite aggrieved, looking at the stick in his hand.
"Ouch!"
Wang Feng quickly put the medicine box down, and lay down on the slope to look down. On the lush branches below, there was a tattered bloodstained robe fluttering in the wind. In the crevice of the rock a little further away, he could vaguely see a shirtless figure trapped inside, motionless.
"You did a great job!" Wang Feng stood up and yelled at the still dazed Zhao Tang, then turned to She Long who was sitting cross-legged on the other side and said, "Why don't you help me catch up a little bit?"
Shelong opened his eyes, glanced down, and then closed them again.
"It's none of my business."
Before the four people over there could discuss what to do, a group of people rushed down from the nearby mountain. They followed the energy to the steep slope and found the figure who had fallen and was stuck in the cracks of the rocks below the slope. A few of them hurried down, and within a moment, a loud shout was heard from someone unknown.
"Hurry up and tell the master that my uncle fell to his death!"