The sun passed through the clouds, and the shadows of the clouds slowly moved across the square. Lu Liangsheng sat in the shade of a tree, looking at the young men over there who were standing in a fisting posture. The Taoist walked over with his hands behind his back to correct them.
Not every child can practice cultivation, and boxing and kicking skills will be necessary to subdue demons and monsters in the future.
He read for a while, closed the book in his hand, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, feeling the sunlight shining on his eyelids and casting a red light in his eyes. He could vaguely see the blood flowing in those tiny blood vessels.
Gradually, I could hear the sound of water flowing, and my senses became vague, as if my soul had left my body. I could see the things around me even though my eyes were closed. The wind flowed through the air and passed through the forest below. The child punched and shook his robe, creating ripples...
The ability to reach the netherworld and the ability to see through illusions in the realm of cutting through the void have similarities, but are also very different. After practicing for a while, the soul and consciousness are all gathered back into the sea of consciousness. After practicing this ability a few more times, it can almost be used.
"National Master!"
Before he opened his eyes, he heard the voices of soldiers far below. When he opened his eyes, he saw the soldiers guarding the gate running on the stone steps leading to the mountain gate. Their armors were shaking and rattling. When he saw a figure sitting under the shade of a tree not far away, he hurried forward, bowed, and knelt on one knee.
"Greetings to the Imperial Master!"
The swaying branches were filled with the sound of cicadas. Lu Liangsheng, immersed in the shade of the tree, put the book into his sleeve and looked at him for a moment.
"What happened?"
"Reporting to the Imperial Master, someone was sent over from Grand Master Yuwen's side, saying that they were the wanted criminals captured that day, and they wanted to see the Imperial Master."
Chen Jing
Lu Liangsheng stood up, took a sip of tea, and walked to the tree. His snow-white beard was gently blown by the wind under his chin. He looked at the sparkling lake in the distance and frowned. He had been busy with the matter of communicating with the spirit world for some time and had forgotten about him. Since he wanted to meet, he would meet him.
After thinking for a while, he said hello to Hong Lian who came out, and did not disturb his master who was taking a nap on the small recliner. He followed the soldier down the mountain gate, got on a horse-drawn carriage that was always available in the temple, and drove to the bustling market.
Crossing the long street filled with pedestrians, Yuwen Tuo was already waiting at the Chang'an government prison, accompanied by Yuwen Huaji. Now that the imperial teacher had returned and he had a relationship with his second uncle, why bother trying so hard to curry favor
Yu Wenzhi, who was walking back and forth with his fists clenched, heard the sound of a car and saw the approaching carriage. He could not help but shout, "Second uncle, the imperial teacher is here." He hurriedly went to meet him. As soon as the carriage stopped, he waited respectfully by the side and personally helped Lu Liangsheng out.
"Master, please slow down."
On the other side, Yuwen Tuo, with Xuanyuan hanging from his waist, also stepped forward to greet him: "Disciple greets Master."
A few feet away from the prison was the main gate of the government office. When the guards on duty there saw the situation here, they started whispering to each other.
"Is this the Imperial Master? Wasn't he rumored to be a young scholar? How come he looks older?"
"The Imperial Master knows magic, maybe the young scholar is just transforming, this is his true appearance, wow... this is what a Taoist master looks like."
Over there, Lu Liangsheng got out of the car and nodded, his eyes swept around. There was a female figure at the corner. When she noticed his gaze, she hid in the alley like a frightened rabbit.
Lu Liangsheng just glanced at her and ignored her. She should be the girl who accompanied Chen Jing that day.
On the side, Yu Wenzhi remembered his purpose, and walked to the front to lead the way. He waved his hand enthusiastically to dismiss the guards who followed him, and looked back with his tall body slightly bent.
"National Master, this way please."
Chang'an Prison was still a prison after all. It was dark and damp, with a mixture of the smell of blood, mold, feces and urine, and occasional shrill screams.
The torches on the wall flickered. The jailer who was leading the way was used to this place and didn't think it was a big deal. He looked back at the important figures behind him from time to time, especially the prime minister of the dynasty and the commander of the right guard of the Imperial City. These were all close ministers to the emperor. The jailer was worried that the environment here would disturb the adults' minds.
"My Lords, this is how bad it is..."
"Turn away and don't talk or look." Yu Wenji fanned away the disgusting smell lingering between his mouth and nose. His stern tone frightened the jailer so much that when he turned back, he discovered in the dim firelight that there was an old man behind the two of them. He dared not look around or breathe.
… I guess the Grand Tutor and the Commander came to accompany this old gentleman. Oh, this is a big shot.
After a while of wild thoughts, he walked through the damp corridor and arrived at the innermost room, which was guarded by several experienced constables. There were ink lines tied to the handles of their knives, and the wooden pillars of the fence around were decorated with iron nets, and blood-stained swords were hung on them.
Seeing a group of people coming, they retreated to the sides.
"Greetings to Grand Tutor Yuwen, Lord Right Commander."
"Is he all right?"
Yuwen Tuo looked at the shadow behind the fence and saw a disheveled figure huddled in a corner. Amid the clanging sound of the lock being unlocked, a constable replied, "Taishi, the criminal will either sit there or look at the sky through the small window these days. We will keep a close eye on him and will not let him get away."
"That's good."
Yuwentuo nodded and moved aside, looking at the old man coming behind him, "Master."
"Everyone, go down."
He approached the range of the torchlight, revealing the old man's face. He waved his hand and sent his apprentice and Yu Wenzhi away. The jailer tactfully winked at the policemen and quickly retreated into the distance.
Squeak—
The prison door was pushed open, and the figure curled up in the corner had heard the noise outside before. Unfortunately, when he was caught, his cultivation and magic power were sealed by Yuwen Tuo, so he could not feel who the person was.
I raised my eyes and saw the flickering light of the fire, hiding a hunched figure coming in. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could recognize his outline.
"Mr. Lu..."
Ding Lin: There was a clang of iron chains, and Chen Jing slowly stood up with the help of the wall. Looking at the old man's figure, his eyes were wet.
The sun shone through a small window high up on the wall, casting a ray of golden light that made the dust dance.
Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips as he looked at the disheveled young man in prison uniform. Many years had passed, and the only memory he still had was the scene of their farewell at the gate of Tianzhi City.
He closed his eyes, and the indifference he had prepared before coming here eased down.
"Chen Jing, what do you want to see me for?"
There was silence for a moment. Chen Jing raised his hand, bowed, hesitated for a moment, quickly smoothed over the wet marks, and asked in a low voice:
"Sir... Mr. Jingxun, I want to ask... I want to ask how my master died back then. Did he really turn into a corpse demon?"
"You really want to know?"
Lu Liangsheng conjured up a table and chairs. When he sat down, the cups rose up and poured two cups of tea. One of the cups slid to the opposite edge by itself.
Looking at the hot steam rising from the cup, Chen Jing went over and sat down opposite, took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
He nodded heavily, staring at the old man opposite him with burning eyes: "I want to know."
"I killed your master."
The six words fell lightly, and the young man opposite tightened his hand and crushed the teacup.