The red western clouds float across the hills, the fiery sunset reflects the mountains and stretches through the forests, and in the dusk mountain breeze, the dense waves of branches and leaves create layers of ripples.

The bronze bell rings on the Sunset Mountain Road. The white robe book sat on the donkey's back and closed his eyes to think and was confused. The blind old man with a crutch pinched his fingers and calculated how many stones there were on the road under his feet and walked over easily.

The old donkey's undulating buttocks and in the slightly shaking bookshelf, the Toad Taoist sat behind the small door, his eyes shining through the gaps in the fence, looking out at the mountains and fields in early summer.

The sunset seemed to transform the green and green all over the mountains and fields, turning into a brown, yellow and desolate northwest land. The cicadas in my ears gradually heard the sound of killing and shouting.

"Don't leave the purple smoke demon path--"

"Around him! This evil demon has eaten countless people. Friends, don't let him escape again and cause harm to the world!"

"Monster! Fushan Town is 760 lives waiting for you underground!!"

The mountains are filled with clouds and mist, and countless figures gather, or wander away, waving the magic weapon in their hands to cover the sky and the sun, and the magic lights are struck toward the mountain peaks in the distance.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom-

The rocks shattered and exploded, and the entire mountain was bombarded by dense magic light, grinding apart, and the air waves opened spread out from all directions, and the surrounding forests broke and fell in an instant.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the old man standing on the top of the mountain flew, his hair and beard mixed with a little dust stroking in the wind. He looked at the people from the sects below without retreating at all.

"Hahaha, how could I run away-"

With a wide sleeve, the black-patterned purple-gold gourd appeared out of thin air with its spread palm. It opened the plug and threw it out of the air. A ball of purple smoke rushed out of the mouth of the gourd, rolling down the mountain like a wave covering the sky.

"My fellow Taoists, resist this poisonous smoke, the Purple Smoke Demonic Dao is a powerful crossbow that won't last long!"

Sure enough, the purple poisonous smoke swept over and was controlled by everyone to use magic weapons to resist the barrier. In less than half a cup of tea, the demonic Taoist on the top of the mountain began to tremble. Over the years, the cultivation level of others was devoured, and blood stains were overflowing from the corners of the mouth, dyeing the long beard red.

However, before the monks of the sect below rushed to the mountain, their vision in the sun suddenly became dark and everyone turned around. In the northwest direction, yellow sand rolled across the world, instantly covering up the crowd.

"ah--"

Suddenly, a scream sounded shrillly in the vast sand and dust. A monk nearby turned his head and reflected his fellow traveler in his eyes. His head fell from his screams. The blood arrow rushed into the sky from his headless shoulders. A black shadow that seemed to be dragging a cloak rushed towards him.

The dazed monk's vision darkened, a brief severe pain came from his chest, and countless voices and shouts were heard in his ears, gradually becoming blurred.

"Is there something in the yellow sand?!"

"...Not good, Ziyan Demon Dao's helper!" "Northwest, Huangsha, it's him-"

The monks in the air saw the black shadow in the yellow sand clearly. On the bloody paths below, the black shadow jumped into the sky, folded in the air, and flew to a nearby piece of dead rock. With a wave of his arm, the yellow sand in the sky roared out, and gathered a ball and flew back into the man's cuff.

The body on the side back slowly turned around, his eyes were majestic, his nose was wide, his mouth was short bearded, and his chin was slightly opened, and his lips were slightly opened, and his voice was majestic.

"Old toad, I will hold Chengyun, Juling Mansion, and others for you to deal with!"

In the voice, a shawl cloak was covered with, and the snow-white fluff was caressing in the wind. Without looking at him, the old man on the hillside nodded with a smile.

That time, it was the last time I saw the other person.

......

Memories go back and forth, and in the jingling copper ringtone, the picture in the toad Taoist's mind is frozen on the dead rock.

The white-robed man, a great demon from many dynasties in the world, has been nearly four hundred years, and can be traced back to the late Eastern Han Dynasty. The other party was originally a dead white wolf. His confused soul accidentally dwelled in a shrine that was worshipped by others, absorbed the incense of the border general, and combined it with the corpse in the coffin under the shrine to achieve incense, demon power, and murderous aura of the general. After more than three hundred years of experience, he is even more powerful than other thousand-year-old demon cultivators.

He even gave himself the surname Gongsun. The Taoist Toad asked him for the first time why he took this surname. The White Robe Lang did not explain much, but only said: "When I was a wild beast, I had a master, just to commemorate him."

"Gongsun Liao."

As the squeaking bookshelf swayed, the toad Taoist sitting cross-legged whispered the name softly, looking at the mountains and wild scenery slowly passing outside the fence, the toad eyes as big as beans were a little complicated and missed.

The message brought by the other party has the intention of asking him to return to the northwest.

Outside, the copper bell stopped and the bookshelf was noisy. Then I heard the disciple Sun Wang running over: "Master, Master, Master has asked you to have dinner. I just passed by the stream and caught a fish."

The toad, still thinking, came to his senses, smelled the scent of fried fish, and his serious expression suddenly dispersed. He pushed the small door open, hung the rope to the ground, untied the rope around his waist, and ran over excitedly with his long tongue, jumped and waved his double webbed yelling.

"Good student is out of the way and let him come... Yes, add more salt to remove the fishy smell!!"

As for the thoughts about "returning to the northwest" that I had considered before, I don't know where.

Lu Liangsheng had no choice but to hand the shovel to the shouting master. Banzai also came over to help, so he took the toad's apron and handed it over, which tied it, and looked at a fish in the pot with his eyes focused on turning.

The scholar who retreated to the side saw Banbian and his master busy, too lazy to be idle. He took "The Sea of ​​Mountains and Seas" and sat down next to him. On the painting, the stagnant normal line connected to the altar of Qingcheng Mountain, but it was not as marked as Chang Yang Mountain. Only a small sign on the altar lit up.

Um?

I stared at the top and vaguely felt a magic power passing through the paper from above and conveyed to my body. The Nascent Soul Realm, which had not been in progress for a long time, showed signs of looseness.

The mud road, the old pine, the cool breeze of the sunset glow, Lu Liangsheng leaned under the tree, used the red glow, and used his magic power to explore the painting, and tried to draw it from the Ten Thousand Spirit Array in Qingcheng Mountain.

Soon, a wisp of white air visible to the naked eye flew out, blended into the scholar's fingertips along the magic power and entered the body, integrating with his own cultivation, without any feeling of repulsion.

‘It actually has this effect…’ Unintentional test, getting this way to improve cultivation made Lu Liangsheng laugh and suck a little more. The two small fires on the altar gradually dimmed. It seemed that they needed to be stored, Chang Yangshan...

The scholar cast his eyes on the larger sign above, and the magic power he stretched out from his fingertips came from a strange and roar in his mind—

"roll!"

Just like someone roaring in his ear, Lu Liangsheng was so shocked that he almost threw away the book. Then he remembered that the altar was Xing Tian's head, so he would not easily let him absorb magic power.

‘......If the magic power there was drawn, it wouldn’t be from the ancient god Xing Tian, ​​right? No wonder it was so fierce.’

Lu Liangsheng closed the book. Such things cannot be forced. Without other people's permission, what's the difference between it and a robber? After thinking for a while, the food over there was also good. Taoist Toad served fish, took off his apron, and waved his webbing at his apprentice.

"Liangsheng, come and try the skills of your teacher!"

Wang Banzai held the plate and sniffed it, and sighed heavily, "Ah--" loudly.

"The master's craftsmanship is hard to find in the world."

"It's up to you to say that Liangsheng knows this."

Soon after dinner, it became dark. I felt the night fall down the mountain and hurried into the Yancheng, a small county in Sichuan, which is no better than Chang'an and Tianzhi Capital. There are few pedestrians at night.

In the inn with lanterns, the guy walked past the empty table with dishes, the shopkeeper yawned and slapped the counter, watching the business on the account; the only two tables of guests were speaking northern accents and making loud punches with alcohol. The old man knew nothing about the scholar walking through the door.

"Your food..."

After passing on the dishes, the guy who walked back and saw the young and old who entered the door, quickly took off the rag on his shoulders and wiped the table and stools.

"Do you two stay in a hotel or eat? There is still room free, one room is twenty cents. If you eat, our store has sauce-flavored rabbit meat and spicy shredded pork. Both are good at our kitchen, so it is kept delicious."

"I have eaten some outside, so I will have two bowls of porridge and a vegetarian dish. Please help me send the old donkey outside the door to the backyard and feed some fodder."

Lu Liangsheng bowed to the clerk, and casually found a table to sit down. He was a guest when he entered the door. No matter how many dishes he ordered, the shopkeeper still brought an oil lamp to the scholar's desk.

"If it's not enough, just ask the guy to add food."

"Thank you shop."

The shopkeeper smiled and talked a few times. When he returned to the counter, the inn business was not good, but it was good to have three tables of customers. The other two tables were all business trips who came to sell goods, and they spoke loudly.

"Drink later, let me take a breath!"

"I'm afraid you're the one from the north!"

"........I just want to take a break when looking at the people in the north, but speaking of it, you come from Jiangdong to know that wars have begun in the north?!"

"I heard that I was going to fight, but why, now they are fighting?"

"Oh, you don't know yet. I knew it when I entered Shu from Hanchuan. Several 400,000 Turkic troops went south, and beacons were rising!"

"If these Turkic people deserve to die, can't they let people live in peace?"

"So, the dead Turks are the good Turks. By the way, how does the imperial court react? Can there be an army to meet them?"

"I don't know, I heard that the troops had been mobilized before the New Year, and there should be troops stationed on the border."

"That must be a fight! Four hundred thousand Turkic people went south, and I wonder if the court could resist it."

Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting at a table not far away, listened to the conversation between the two north-facing businessmen, and didn't even notice the food.

The oil lamp on the table, the light shaking, and I was fascinated by the thoughts.

‘I don’t know if Qu Yuanfeng is on the front line. Although he teaches him the magic circle, he faces 400,000 Turkic troops. I don’t know if he can win…’

‘I hope I can win.’

Somehow, Lu Liangsheng suddenly heard this news and felt a vague premonition in his heart. He was still thinking about the Ten Thousand Spirits Formation before, but Xuanyuan Sword Sheath's thoughts turned into worrying about his disciples.

After a simple dinner, I opened the room with double beds and made a decision the next morning.
Chapter completed!