Flying bees fly up to the morning glory on the fence wall, and the old trees in the yard gently shake branches in the noon sunlight, reflected in the shaking spots of the water tank, and Zhongzheng's voice came from the kitchen opposite.

"I am also a little famous in Fushui County. My husband and wife in the city know my name. I called you on the street back then... By the way, I was there for the Chen family four years ago. That's why Chen Yuanwai personally asked me to remove the ghosts..."

In the half-open kitchen, an oil lamp was placed in a corner of the stove. Lu Laoshi was a gentle person. When he heard the old man beside him talk about taking Liangsheng to buy a pen, he just smiled and sent firewood into the stove.

On the other side of the stove, the woman cooking was suspiciously glanced at it.

"Then what are you doing in my house?"

Two steps below the wall across the door, Wang Banzai nodded slightly against the wall, and his eyes looked at the black beams of the room and chuckled twice.

"I have also learned how to observe popularity and look at astrological signs, and learned that I have a fate with my son..."

Before he could say this, Li Jinhua, who was holding the spatula, frowned. Even Lu Laoshi opened his mouth slightly, and even forgot to pass the firewood in his hand into the stove.

‘Is this going to take my good student as his disciple?’

Squeak...

The kitchen door opened, and a scholar in a green robe and white clothes walked in. The wall over there said: Wang Banxia, ​​who had the word "fate", stood up straight and bowed.

"Thank you, pay homage to Master."

Well……

Li Jinhua's spatula fell into the pot with a sound of a spatula. On the other hand, Lu Liangsheng put a handful of the cooked vegetables on the stove, hooked his fingers and took out the spatula from the pot, put it in his mother's hand, and walked out of the kitchen while talking.

"I haven't said I'll accept you as my disciple yet, and you're so old that it's a bit inappropriate to become a disciple."

"Master, this is wrong. I'm only fifty-five and I just look old."

Wang Banzai followed him out, followed the sound and walked under the eaves, standing at the scholar's door, with his old face smiling and wrinkles piled high.

"... What's more, the master of the Tao is the senior, and it has nothing to do with age."

This old man said so much, and his face was still very thick... Lu Liangsheng had no choice but to do anything about him, and he still muttered and whispered. He took advantage of his leisure to take out the past books to clean up the dust and put them into the bookshelf one by one. He would go on a long journey in a few days, and he didn't know how much dust would accumulate at that time.

"Master, do you know that when I was in Fushui County, I called Ling Zun. In fact, I discovered that the master was at the top of his qi and had great immortal energy."

In my blurred vision, I vaguely saw the shadow of the scholar in the room busy, touching the door and slowly coming in the wall.

"Master is really a diligent person. Do you need my help? Actually, I don't know anything else, but I still understand a little about the technique of qi. Otherwise, how could I call Ling Zun that day? It's because Master's qi is spreading..."

He said in a fancy way, his fingertips suddenly touched the paper hanging on the wall, and suddenly "Ouch" sounded, Lu Liangsheng turned his face and looked at it, and saw Hong Lian poking him with his nails stretched out and poking him.

I couldn't help but smile and continued to tidy up.

"Hong Lian stops making trouble. He can't see the road clearly. If he trips, he can only enjoy his old age here."

"Hmph, this half-blind, I was so scared by me back then, and I was as timid as a mouse."

Hong Lian took his nails back into the painting, then floated out and gently landed on the ground. The cold aura made Wang Banyan tremble for a moment, and the familiar feeling returned to his body.

“Hey…”

After taking two steps, he almost fell out of the door. He looked at the house tremblingly and saw a beautiful figure floating in front of him.

‘Gu~’

He couldn't help swallowing and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the ghost in your room the one in Mr. Chen's house?"

"What do you think, old man?!"

Hong Lian seemed to tease him, and she blew away a breath from afar, and her white hair was touched and her face was pressed on her face.

"That...that...that...master." Wang Banxia swallowed hard and bowed to salute: "Is this master's wife?"

Hong Lian, who had originally wanted to tease him, was stunned for a moment, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She glanced at the scholar over there, hummed a small song and returned to the painting, and swung the swing lightly.

Feeling the dissipation of the ghost energy, Wang Banxia gently let out a sigh of relief.

On the bed, a closed toad Taoist opened the toad eyes and smiled: "Liangsheng, this old man is really interesting."

"Huh...Master, there is still someone in your room?"

Wang Banzai didn't dare to be reckless this time, so he stood outside the door and asked in a low voice. Lu Liangsheng, who had sorted out the bookshelf, walked to the Four Treasures of the Study and replied casually.

"That's my master."

"That's Master." Wang Banzai quickly raised his hands and bowed inward, "Don't blame Master, Master, disciple Sun Chengen doesn't know Master is inside, so come in to greet you."

The old man walked in slowly, not knowing where the toad Taoist was. He seemed to sit up on the bed, and just knelt down and kowtowed, which made the red smile on the painting almost crescent.

The house was lively.

After lunch, in the hot sun, Lu Laoshi drove his strong donkey into a donkey cart to pull some firewood. Li Jinhua was worried that her husband was clumsy, so he followed him with water stains on his hands. Lu Xiaoxian also rushed to the private school with a small bag.

In the yard, Wang Banzai sat on a stone bench with wooden sticks next to him, listening to the cicadas singing.

"Master, you must be a man with a childish face and a fairy-like figure, right?"

On another stone bench next to him was a toad Taoist who was wearing a short jacket.

"Haha... I am indeed like this. I remember that I was flying in the clouds and fog and crossing the mountains, rivers and rivers. Whether I practice Taoism, demons and ghosts, I would crawl on the ground when I saw me."

"Ah, Master said this, Chengen already had a picture in his mind, and he was majestic. Chengen couldn't help but think of those people who surrounded the stalls and asked for divination in Fushui County, which was really a prosperous scene..."

Knowledge...

Know……

The summer breeze is warm and the annoying cicadas are chirping. In the conversation between the two old men, the sun shines. In the courtyard, Lu Liangsheng holds the book that he has not been turned over for a long time, bathes in the light, and carefully savors the teacher's annotations back then.

Occasionally, I reached out to take the tea made by Hong Lian next to me and took a sip.

Rush rust...

The courtyard is quiet, with only the sound of old trees shaking their branches and leaves.

For three consecutive days, Lu Liangsheng almost always read books, practiced Taoism, and went up the mountain to observe Yuelong's situation. On the morning of the fourth day, the Lingyun was stuck in the sixth Tao Lingyun and stopped moving forward.

"It should be that some spiritual refining objects are needed?"

He took back the Yuelong sword, removed the sword formation, and came to his master's tomb to light incense and candles to worship. At this time, the full moon on the 15th of August was only ten days before the full moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When he returned to the foot of the mountain, he had already paid a gift. As if he knew he was going out, he came back from outside with the reins, threw the rope to the ground, and jumped and jumped next to the scholar excitedly.

Lu Laoshi moved the bookshelf out of the house and helped his son place the bookshelf and reins on the old donkey. Li Jinhua's eyes were red and checked his son's money.

"I still have it at home. Don't treat yourself badly when you are outside. Remember to come back during the Chinese New Year this year."

"I understand, mom."

Without the sadness as if he was going far away for the first time, Lu Liangsheng cleaned up and did not allow his family and Lu Pan to see him off. He led the old donkey to the entrance of the village. Suddenly he remembered Wang Banxia. When he looked back, the old man stood among the crowd and waved to him.

"Master, go with peace of mind. Chengen is inconvenient in his eyes and his legs are not smooth, so he won't follow him!"

This old man, I'd rather not give up, I'm afraid I'll stay in Lujia Village and wait for me to come back.

Lu Liangsheng smiled, raised his wide sleeves and bowed to the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, picked up the hanging reins, and led the old donkey who had been impatient to dig his hooves and walked on the road outside.

"Let's go!"

The scholar sat on the back of the donkey, patted the donkey's buttocks gently, and shouted to the bookshelf: "Master, sit firmly!"

In the compartment, Taoist Toad was rolling up the tobacco leaves he learned from Wang Chengen, and there was a small tobacco pipe next to it. He heard the voice of his apprentice.

The toad's eyes suddenly widened: "What?"

The toad Taoist suddenly tilted, and then... his whole body flew across, banging against the small wall of the compartment, his tongue ejected, and the tobacco roll slid down from his webbing.

Humph

The donkey screamed, and a flash of lightning under his hooves, and a soothing sound rolled up the mud path and drifted to the sky.

...

The white clouds are like trunks, and the long smoke rising from below spreads in different directions, and goes far to the southwest to the junction of Fulinzhou.

"Shangshu Min!"

The horse neighed, and Zuo Zhengyang, who was carrying four long swords, tied the reins, and finally stopped the escaped old man.
Chapter completed!