The wind on the autumn night blew across the foothills, and the distant mountains only had gloomy outlines in the sky. In the dim forests, the rustling leaves were swaying.

A small bulge of raised figure stared at the thick fallen leaves on the ground and quickly stretched forward. The horse's hooves behind galloped over and crossed the gap between the two trees. The figure above jumped up and flew forward, drew his sword in the air, and kicked out. A big tree nearby was shaken by shock.

"Demon Dao, see where you go!"

While the loud shout sounded in the forest, the figure that went forward fell down, and a thin knife in his hand sank into the ground. Zuo Zhengyang twisted his wrist and changed direction, pulling a knife upward towards the raised ground, and the mud, sand and fine stones splashed left and right.

The cracks extend rapidly on the cut ground.

Bang!

In front, the earthblock exploded, and a figure broke out from the ground and jumped directly to the branches above. Sun Yingxian hung down under the dusty face, looking at the head catcher.

"I've been chasing you for a long time...I've never killed anyone."

Zuo Zhengyang waved his sword in his hand, slightly lowered to the ground, and spoke fiercely: "Since you have never killed me, then you will surrender and follow my yamen."

"I said... Bah!" The Taoist's hands fell on the branches and shook them twice: "I have never killed anyone, so why did I go to the yamen with you? If I go, wouldn't I really become a murderer?!"

A shaking branch fell down a yellowing dead leaf. The moment it fell on the ground, Zuo Zhengyang's also sounded.

"Whether to kill or not, you will decide whether to kill someone!"

In an instant, he took a step and in a few steps, the whole figure turned into a afterimage, and he flew and collided with the Taoist under the branch. Sun Yingxian let go, fell down, and suddenly pushed out with a palm.

The blade split the branches, the cold light broke through the air, and countless leaves were like butterflies, but then the Taoist palm pushed out, and it was a loud bang.

The invisible energy in the air shook open, and the robe on Zuo Zhengyang's body rippled out.

However, the Taoist's palm power was imprinted on the tree body, directly pushing his body forward, avoiding the cutting edge of the blade, turning around in the air for two circles, and then landing, turning back and raising his chin with pride.

"If I were the murderer, you would be dead now."

Zuo Zhengyang fell to the ground with his back foot, and his slender blade slashed through the air, trembling with a soft moan, "You're afraid you're not much better."

There was a hissing sound from the air over there, which was the sound of the fabric tearing.

Sun Yingxian looked down at his chest, his eyelids twitched, and there was a half-foot-long knife on his chest. If the other party tried to kill him, he would probably be cold now.

He quickly raised his hand and waved it: "Then let's think we have a tie with each other!"

Then he bowed: "Goodbye!"

He used the escape technique again to drill into the ground, arched the soil and fallen leaves in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the forest, heading to the distance.

Seeing the other party leave, Zuo Zhengyang did not continue to chase after him. He looked back at the big tree that had been broken on the treetops. The palm that the Taoist slapped out was clearly printed on it.

"It's really not this person..." He frowned slightly, put the knife in the sheath, found the horse and turned it over, looking at the group of constables who were catching up with him.

"Go to the cottage with me."

Take people back on the road, and at this time the sky in the east gradually turned white. The first ray of morning light in late autumn casts the gaps in the clouds, the crowing of roosters in the distant villages sounded, and the noisy and boiling voices of people

The golden morning light shone on the eyelids, which was red in color. When Lu Liangsheng slowly woke up from his drowsiness, he smelled a smell of medicine.

The torn pain came from his body, which made him unable to get up. He opened his eyes and looked at his mother sitting under the eaves outside the door, looking at the fire, Lu Xiaoxian was holding a palm-leaf fan next to him, and gently shook it, uncovering the lid of the small jar, and a boiling sound of decoction came from inside. He turned his head and saw his brother who also looked like he was tilted on the bed, and shouted in surprise: "Mom, brother is awake."

The woman quickly got up and walked into the room.

Lu Liangsheng still struggled a little, and was supported by his mother and leaned against the head of the bed. The scholar's robe on his body had been replaced.

"Don't move."

Li Jinhua reminded him and turned to the little girl at the door and called out, "Xiaoxian, pour me a bowl of warm water for me."

The little girl outside the door nodded and ran to the kitchen quickly. When the warm water was poured over, the woman poured the medicine into the bowl and held it in her hand and gently shook it to make it cool faster.

Sitting silently by the bed without saying anything.

Lu Liangsheng looked at his mother, hesitated for a while, and said, "Mom, I actually..."

"Mom knows." Li Jinhua blew the heat from the medicine. "You were born to me, and I still don't know what I have? I have never seen you learn calligraphy, so why did you suddenly know? And Lu Erlai, who stole our chickens during the day and grew chicken feathers the next day. If the gods were so spiritual, there would be no suffering people in the world."

Lu Liangsheng smiled embarrassedly: "It turns out that my mother has known it a long time ago... I thought I hid it very well."

"What a f*ck."

Li Jinhua poked her son's head with her finger and smiled and said, "It's only your honest father who can trust you."

"hey-hey."

"I'm still laughing. Why can you laugh like this? I heard from Uncle Pan and the others come back that all the bandits are dead? You killed them, or..."

The woman glanced at the scroll on the wall with her eyes, and Lu Liangsheng also looked at the picture of the beauty, and blinked her eyes to this side, curled her lips and smiled.

No matter how fierce and smart Li Jinhua is, she is still quite taboo about such things.

"Mom has given you the medicine."

After saying that, he quickly got up and left the room, but soon, he suddenly came over, took the worn-out incense burner, inserted three incense sticks, and placed them in front of the scroll.

Seeing Lu Liangsheng's puzzled gaze on the bed, Li Jinhua walked out and said, "If it's a ghost, then you have to have a meal."

Although Lu Xiaoxian at the door was a little timid, he still came in and bowed to Nie Honglian on the painting.

Then he looked at Lu Liangsheng, snorted, turned around and walked out, imitating his mother's tone and said, "Sister Ghost saved me, I prayed, and there were a lot of pieces of meat."

Lu Liangsheng watched his mother and sister leave, and smiled and took the book on the head of the bed. Anyway, he couldn't get off the floor, so he could pass the time even if he looked around.

Just after turning a page, the door closed without wind.

When the boy put down the book, Nie Honglian sat next to him with a bowl of medicine, with a smile on her face, probably because the mother and daughter did just now, which made her very happy.

"Actually, it is because your mother and your sister are still alive when they look at them."

"You are alive, otherwise, who am I talking to?"

Lu Liangsheng took the medicine bowl, took a sip, and frowned bitterly, "Who prescribed this medicine? I was kind and didn't hurt... It's just that I used my mana too much."

Seeing the boy's expression of bitterness, Nie Hong smiled brighter. She was only sixteen years old and had a girlish nature, so she blew hard into the bowl.

"It's cold, drink it almost in one breath."

"I'm not stupid."

Lu Liangsheng put the bowl aside, turned his head and swept around the house, but he didn't see a familiar figure.

"Hong Lian, have you seen that toad that often lives in the house?"

"You call your master a toad?" Nie Honglian covered his mouth and chuckled: "I knew it a long time ago. I had seen your master when you came back from the night that day."

Speaking of this, Nie Honglian raised her face, and her white fingertips touched her chin, and she murmured for a while: "When you were carried back by your father, your master quietly checked your injuries, and then left without a sound, carrying a gourd."

"Leave?"

Lu Liangsheng was a little disbelief and wrinkled and looked out the window. Noisy voices were still coming, and golden morning light poured into the window frame.

Going far away to Qixia Mountain to the west, the mentioned Toad Taoist was carrying a gourd and a special small bag around his waist. He searched inch by inch along the foot of the mountain, and the frog muttered softly in his mouth.

"Why did I become like that stupid disciple... and become a bad guy?"

The frog webbing the weeds taller than him. In the crack of the stone, there was a plant with small red fruits. It pulled out the roots, sat on the stone, turned the gourd on the back to the front, and was about to stuff the unknown plant into the mouth of the gourd.

The earth buns ahead were like gopher arching the ground, and they rushed into the rocks beneath him. The "Oh." voice sounded muffled under the soil, and the next moment, a head full of mud came out.

On the stone, Taoist Toad was also startled by the sudden appearance of the human head and jumped up with conditioned reflex.

"Hiss...it hurts so much."

Sun Yingxian covered her head and wiped away the mud on her face. She saw a toad standing on one foot, holding the gourd with one hand, raising it up and unfolding it with the other hand, standing on the stone.
Chapter completed!