"Transform into a dragon?"
Not only Lu Liangsheng, but also the Taoist who was looking over there with his sword drawn turned his head.
The word "dragon" has a heavy meaning. It means moving the clouds and rain, and ensuring good weather. Or it can be tattooed on robes or sitting in the court, symbolizing the emperor's supreme authority and the control over the lives and deaths of countless people.
Sun Yingxian was the first one who didn't believe it.
"How can a centipede turn into a dragon? Old Toad, you must have seen it wrong, right?"
Lu Liangsheng also had his doubts about this statement, and looked at his master in silence. The Toad Taoist also collected his past memories, trying to find similar examples, but unfortunately found nothing.
"You may or may not believe it, but this monster does not want to transform into a human form, but goes straight to Tianlong. It has some wisdom, think about it... and some of the courage I had in the past."
"Um?"
The scholar and the Taoist priest looked over at the same time.
Toad yawned and smacked his lips: "I'm talking about doing things."
The two men and the toad slowly walked out of the woods and onto the official road back to the city. At this time, the city gate was closed. The soldiers on duty on the city wall vaguely saw a figure coming, so they took out a torch to look around, but there was nothing.
Right under the noses of the soldiers guarding the city, Lu Liangsheng used his wall-walking skills to sneak in with the Taoist priest and the toad. This time, the funny incident that happened when he peeped into Zhou's mansion at night did not happen.
"But, Old Lu, if the centipede monster breaks off relations with you, you won't lose anything. We don't have much of a relationship anyway."
The Taoist played with the sword, dancing it twice with the scabbard, and gently stroked it as if touching a woman's skin.
"Why don't you just give it to me? At worst, I can come back and give you some more talisman paper to burn for fun."
"Come back, you can keep the yellow paper and burn it slowly."
Lu Liangsheng snatched the long sword, held it in his hand, and swayed the leather reins on the sword. The three of them returned to the inn. Nie Honglian floated around the room anxiously, and gusts of cold wind blew from time to time. When she saw the scholar pushing the door and entering the room, the sound of the wind disappeared, her cheeks dimpled, and she greeted him happily.
"Young Master..."
As soon as he got close, he suddenly stepped back, raised his sleeves to cover his face, and did not dare to look over.
"Sir, where did you get the sword in your hand..."
"A monster gave it to me." Lu Liangsheng took the magic sword farther away and hung it on the head of the bed, which made the female ghost over there feel better.
Hong Lian patted her chest and stood under the scroll. She didn't dare to go over and spoke from a distance across the round table.
"Sir, this sword is so scary, it seems to have killed many people."
The Taoist sat at the table and poured a bowl of tea into his mouth and said, "Didn't you kill a lot of people... Hey." As he finished speaking, a wooden pillow flew over and hit him on the head.
Lu Liangsheng glared at him, then took down the hanging sword and put it into the bookshelf in the corner.
"I heard from the centipede monster that this sword is from the imperial palace. It was used by the founding emperor of the Chen Dynasty. It must have killed quite a few people."
Over there, the Taoist rubbed his forehead, put down the tea, and stared at the magic sword inserted in the bookshelf.
"This kind of evil weapon is definitely not given to you with good intentions. It is better to give it to me to take back and study for a while, and save the souls on the sword."
The scholar walked to the table, poured a cup of tea for his master, put it on the edge of the bed, turned around and smiled at him:
"If you want weapons, just tell me."
The Taoist raised his eyes.
"If I tell you, will you give it to me?"
"Definitely... not."
The warm yellow light in the room cast shadows on the walls and window frames. People were chatting and laughing, which made Nie Honglian cover her mouth and chuckle. Even the Toad Taoist who was lying on the bed grinned out loud.
"No more talking, I'm going back to sleep, this is too much of a bully."
Sun Yingxian pushed the tea bowl away, stood up, opened the door, walked out, and slammed the door shut.
After everyone left, the Toad Taoist climbed up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, swung his two short legs, and looked at his disciple who was washing over there.
"Liangsheng, don't mess with that centipede monster. Even if we were tied together, we still can't defeat it."
Lu Liangsheng wiped his face, handed the towel to Hong Lian, walked back, sat next to the Toad Taoist, and looked at the candlelight on the table.
"Disciple knows."
He paused, then spoke again.
"I just don't understand why the whole court, civil and military officials, would watch the capital become like this? And why didn't the emperor do anything about it?"
"Then you have to ask the emperor."
Taoist Toad didn't want to say more about this. He jumped onto the desk and lay down on his side, showing his white belly, and yawned comfortably.
"Bring me that sword."
Hearing this, Hong Lian quickly slipped into the painting, sticking her head out and curiously watched Lu Liangsheng take the sword and pull it out.
clang...
The sound of metal vibrating echoed in the room. The simple sword blade did not have a single cold sound. In the light of the fire, one could see the densely packed sword patterns on it.
Taoist Toad propped up his head and gave another order.
"Press the sword with two fingers."
Lu Liangsheng did as he was told.
"Then what?"
"Pour your mana into it."
Next second.
Following the guidance of the scholar's fingertips, the patterns on the sword infused with magic power became clearer and spread out like floating clouds, revealing a clear moon in the middle. The faint blue light was like hazy moonlight.
There are two tiny characters under the hilt.
"Moonlight."
The Toad Taoist stood up, walked around the sword with his flippers on his back, and nodded:
"Yes, it is a rare magic sword, but it has not been nourished by spiritual energy for too many years, so it is hard to see how powerful it is. In the future, you can infuse magic power into it when you have nothing to do. Magical weapons are just like utensils in ordinary people's homes. If you don't use them, they will get rusty."
Watching Toad Taoist jump onto the bed and go to sleep.
Lu Liangsheng danced around the house with the Yuelong Sword in his hand, as excited as if he was a child getting a new toy made by his father.
Then, a fact was discovered.
"Uh... I don't think I know any sword moves."
Forget it, let’s talk about it later. Lu Liangsheng also yawned, put the Yuelong Sword back into the sheath, put it on the desk, sat down, kicked his shoes with his feet to the left and right, and fell asleep in a comfortable position.
Hong Lian floated out.
“I don’t know how to turn off the lights.”
He sighed and blew at the candle on the table. The room suddenly became dark. In the corner of the bed, the coiled toad had not fallen asleep. It stared at the sword on the bookshelf with its eyes open.
"The destined person... break the bond... give a sword... turn into a dragon..."
The toad blinked his eyelids.
Why does this seem so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere before.
The night was dark, and Toad Taoist thought for a long time but could not remember what the familiar feeling was. As time passed, just as the day broke, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside.
Then, there were a few knocks on the door, and someone outside said:
"Mr. Lu, are you awake?"
Sunlight poured in through the window. Lu Liangsheng had gotten up early and after washing up, he was sitting by the window reading "Strategy". When he heard someone's voice outside the door, he responded, "Here I am."
When the door was opened, a servant in gray clothes bowed his head when he saw the scholar opening the door.
"I am honored to meet you, Master Juren. My uncle Hua asked me to come here and asked you to go over."
"Wait a moment."
Lu Liangsheng returned to the house, changed his clothes, combed his hair, informed Hong Lian in the painting, then followed the servant downstairs and bought some gifts on the street.
It took half an hour to reach Min Changwen's residence, but he had already gone to the morning court.
Anyway, he was not there to see him, so he gave one of the two gifts to the steward in the mansion, who accepted it after a few polite words and urged the servant to quickly take the scholar to the side yard so as not to make Mr. Shuhua wait anxiously.
Walk through the courtyard flowerbed path and into the side yard.
On a stone bench, an old man who had not been seen for a long time was sitting and reading a book in the morning light.
The phoenix tree stood alone, with dead leaves floating down and landing on the book. Just as I was about to take it away, a hand reached out from the side and took the leaf away.
The old man raised his head, looked at Lu Liangsheng standing in front of him holding a dead leaf, and nodded with a smile.
"Heh... Liangsheng is here, sit down and talk."