"Crazy dragon?"

Not only Lu Liangsheng, but also the Taoist who drew his sword and looked carefully, turned his face.

The word "Dragon" has a very strong meaning, travels through clouds and rain, ensuring good weather, or tattoos on a robe, sitting in the court, symbolizing the supreme authority of the emperor and controlling the life and death of countless people.

Sun Yingxian was the first to disbelieve it.

"How can a centipede turn into a dragon? Old toad, aren't you reading it wrong?"

Lu Liangsheng also had doubts about this. Looking at the master in silence, the Toad Taoist also plundered the memories of the past and wanted to find similar examples, but unfortunately he found nothing.

"It's better if you don't believe it. This monster doesn't want to turn into a human form, but goes straight to the Tianlong. He has some wisdom, think about it... and some of the courage I used to be back then."

"Um?"

The scholar and the Taoist looked over together.

The toad yawned and smacked his lips: "I'm talking about doing things."

The two of them slowly walked out of the woods and walked on the official road back to the city. At this time, the city gate was closed. The soldiers on duty on the city tower vaguely saw a figure coming, poked out a torch and took a photo, but there was nothing.

Lu Liangsheng used the wall-breaking technique under the nose of the soldiers guarding the city to sneak in with the Taoist and the toad. This time, there was no funny thing that happened in the Zhou Mansion at night.

"But, Lao Lu, if that centipede spirit breaks your grace, you won't lose it. You won't have any friendship anyway."

The Taoist played with the sword and danced twice with the scabbard, gently rubbing it over as if he was touching a woman's skin.

"It's better to forget it for me. At worst, I can turn around and give you some more talisman paper to burn and play with it."

"Come on, keep the yellow paper yourself and burn it slowly."

Lu Liangsheng grabbed the long sword and held it in his hand. The sword head was shaking gently. The three of them returned to the inn. Nie Honglian was floating around the room anxiously, and from time to time a gust of cold wind blew. When he saw the scholar pushing the door into the room, the wind disappeared, and dimples appeared on his cheeks and he happily greeted him.

"Young Master..."

As soon as I approached, I suddenly stepped back and raised my sleeves to cover my cheeks, not daring to look over.

"Young Master, where did the sword in your hand come from..."

"Thank you by a monster." Lu Liangsheng took the sword away and hung it to the head of the bed, which made the female ghost over there feel better.

Hong Lian patted her chest and stood under the scroll, not daring to go over, and spoke far away from the round table.

"Young Master, this sword is so terrible, it seems that it has killed many people."

The Taoist sat at the table and poured a bowl of tea, poured it into his mouth and replied, "Didn't you kill many people too... Alas." The words came when a wooden pillow flew over to hit the head.

Lu Liangsheng glared at him, took off the hanging magic sword and inserted it into the bookshelf in the corner of the wall.

"I heard from the centipede spirit that this sword is from the palace or the weapons worn by the founding emperor of the Chen Dynasty, and there should be many people killed."

Over there, the Taoist rubbed his forehead, put down the tea, stared at the magic sword inserted on the bookshelf.

"If you give this kind of fierce soldier, you will definitely be uneasy and kind. Why not give it to me to take it back for research and study it for a while to save the dead souls on the sword."

The scholar walked to the table, poured a cup of tea for the master, put it on the edge of the bed, turned around and smiled at him:

"If you want weapons, just say it."

The Taoist raised his eyes.

"I said it, will you give it to me?"

"Absolutely...not give."

The room was filled with warm yellow lights and shadows on the walls, and the window frames were filled with jokes, making Nie Honglian cover his mouth and chuckle. Even the toad Taoist lying on the bed was grinning.

"I won't say it anymore. I'm so bullying when I go back to sleep."

Sun Yingxian pushed the tea bowl, got up, opened the door and walked out, closing the door.

After the person left, the Toad Taoist on the bed got up, sat on the edge of the bed, shook his short legs, and looked at the apprentice who was washing over there.

"Liangsheng, that centipede spirit, don't mess with us. We can't beat us if we tied each other together."

Lu Liangsheng wiped his face, handed the towel to Hong Lian beside him, walked back, sat next to the toad Taoist, and looked at the candlelight on the table.

"Disciple knows."

He paused, and then spoke again.

"I just don't understand. How could the civil and military officials in the court watch the capital turn into this? The emperor doesn't care about it?"

"Then you have to ask the emperor."

Taoist Toad didn't want to say more about this, so he jumped to the desk and lay down on his side, lit up with his white belly, and yawned comfortably.

"Take that sword over."

Hearing this, Hong Lian quickly flashed into the painting, poked out only a head, and watched Lu Liangsheng curiously take the sword and pull out the sword body.

clang...

The metal tremolo echoed in the room, and the ancient sword body did not have a trace of coldness. It reflected the fire light, but the dense sword patterns on it could be seen.

Taoist Toad supported his head and ordered again.

"Press the sword with two fingers."

Lu Liangsheng did as he did.

"Then what?"

"Inject your mana."

Next second.

Guided along the scholar's fingertips, the sword injected with magic power became clear, and the lines became clear, and they really dispersed like a wandering cloud, revealing a clear moon in the middle, and the faint blue light shone like hazy moonlight.

Below the hilt, there are two tiny fonts.

"Yuelong."

The toad Taoist stood up, looked around the sword with a frog webbing, and nodded:

"Yes, it's a rare magic sword, but I haven't had spiritual energy for too many years. I can't tell how powerful it is. In the future, if you have nothing to do, you will inject magic power. The magic weapons are the same as the tools in ordinary people's homes. If you don't need them, they will 'rust'."

Watching the Toad Taoist jumping to the bed and going to bed.

Just like when he was a child, Lu Liangsheng got the new toy made by his father for him, he was excited to dance around the house while holding the moonlit sword.

Then, discover a fact.

"Uh... I don't seem to know how to do sword moves."

Forget it, let's talk about it later, Lu Liangsheng yawned, inserted Yuelong sword back into the sheath, put it on the desk, sat on the bed, kicked his shoes left and right, and put a comfortable position to sleep.

Red lying floats out.

"I don't know if the lights are turned off."

He sighed and blew towards the candlelight on the table. The room suddenly became dark. In a corner of the bed, the toad was not asleep. He opened his toad eyes and stared at the sword on the bookshelf in a daze.

"A person with fate... breaks the fate... gives the sword... turns into a dragon..."

The toad blinked his eyelids.

Why is this so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere.

The night was deep, and Taoist Toad thought for a long time but couldn't remember how familiar it was. Time gradually passed with the night. As the sky was dawn, footsteps sounded in the corridor outside.

Then, Dongdongdong was knocked on the door here a few times, and someone said outside:

"Young Master Lu, are you awake?"

The sun shone in from the window frame. Lu Liangsheng got up early at this time. After washing up, he was sitting in front of the window and reading "Cei Yue" when he heard the voices outside the door and replied: "Here you come."

When he opened the door, a gray-clothed servant saw the scholar who opened the door and quickly bowed.

"I have met Master Juren. It was Master Shuhua who asked me to come here. Master, please come here."

"Stay a little."

Lu Liangsheng returned to the house, changed his clothes, combed his hair neatly, told Hong Lian in the painting, and then followed the servant downstairs and bought some gifts on the street.

It took me half an hour to arrive at Min Changwen's mansion, but the other party had already gone to the morning court.

Anyway, he didn't come to see him. He divided the two gifts to the manager of the mansion. The other party also accepted them politely, urging the servant to take the juren to the side courtyard quickly and not let Shu Hua wait for an anxious situation.

Walk through the courtyard flowerbed trail and walk into the side yard.

On a stone bench, an old man who had not seen for a long time was sitting in the morning light and looking through it.

The sycamore tree is isolated, and the dead leaves fall down, falling in writing. Just as it is about to take them away, next to it, one hand reaches out to take the leaf away.

The old man raised his head, looked at Lu Liangsheng standing in front of him with his dead leaves, and nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!