The sunshine rose to the clouds, and the huge city left behind. On the official road where pedestrians and business traveled, Lu Liangsheng pulled the old donkey and looked back at the group of people following him, turned around with a smile, and continued to walk slowly with Yang Jian.

"What's the matter with your Majesty chasing you?"

"I heard you are leaving, come to talk to you."

"It just so happens that I have something to tell Your Majesty. Now that I have not practiced, I am not considered a Taoist practitioner. Your Majesty should give the title of "real person" he was granted."

"It's really impossible to recover?"

"I don't know this, but my cultivation level is gone, but my whole body feels relaxed."

"Without cultivation, there will be no burden?"

"Maybe it is, if you have no shoulders and no burden, it is impossible. If you don't like it, you still have to take care of things you don't like. But if you lose your magic power, you will have to spend more time."

"Haha, this is the Mr. Lu I know!"

In the laughter, Yang Jian looked relieved, looking at the green leaves around him, pointing at them, turning his head to look at Lu Liangsheng beside him.

"Looking at how beautiful these scenery is, there are better outside than this, but I rarely have the chance to come out and see it."

The scholar followed the view along his finger, took a look and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty is joking, the whole world belongs to you."

Yang Jian waved his hand, his face disrespectful: "So what if it's mys? I don't have the chance to look at the Jiuzhou in the world. I have no chance to see it. How much dirt is hidden in it and how many evil spirits are causing trouble. I don't know, Mr. Lu..."

Speaking of this, the emperor did not seem to be negligent because of the age difference. He let go of the reins of the war horse, stood in the pavilion by the roadside, and arched his hand at the scholar.

"Sir, I have been traveling through mountains and rivers. I have been so many years now. It is time to let go of the affairs of Nanchen. I will follow me to the court as an official."

Lu Liangsheng, who kept bowing his hands and returning the favor slightly, fell silent with his face down. Then, he smiled, spread his hands and stretched out his hands towards the pavilion, and invited Yang Jian to sit in.

"Your Majesty, Lu Liangsheng is not worried about the old things in Nan. But now I have no magic power to cultivate and do not have the ability to help Your Majesty again. Last night, Your Majesty also saw the various sects outside the city gate. There are countless people in the cultivation of Taoism, and they are like crucian carpies crossing the river. If they find me to become an official in the court, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Outside the pavilion, the old donkey shook his tail and looked up. Yang Su was also watching Lu Liangsheng on the stone steps at the entrance of the pavilion. The guards following him were silent one by one. Some of them had seen the scholar in the pavilion, and even knew that the bald donkey was leisurely walking around gnawing grass, but auspicious beast. Seeing him again, he subconsciously raised his robe and wanted to take another "Yu Lu".

At this moment, the emperor in the pavilion stood up, pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly raised his hand and bowed down.

"Mr. Lu, I don't know what others are like, but my virtues are very well known. I am the emperor and the emperor. Accepting people with ability but not virtue is a taboo for the king. Only if my husband is virtuous and talented, I will not complain even if I visit the cottage three times. I will ask my husband to come out and work with me to let the people of the nine provinces live and work in peace and contentment."

When the guards saw the emperor bowing and turned their gaze away one by one, Lu Liangsheng's face was moved. He stepped forward and helped Yang Jian up. Looking at the other party's gray temples, his face was old, and his heart was extremely complicated.

......When you have magic power, the other party can understand it, but now that you have lost your cultivation and become an ordinary person, you can still do this. Lu Liangsheng is unable to make up his mind for a while.

He helped the other party up and took a step back. The scholar bowed and bowed.

"Your Majesty is sincere, Lu Liangsheng feels it..."

He slowly stood up and turned his head to look at Yang Su at the entrance of the pavilion, rows of guards standing outside, and the city with thousands of lives in the distance.

His eyes turned, he looked at Yang Jian opposite him, pursed his lips, and hesitated for a long time.

Bow and bow.

"Lu Liangsheng, I would like to see the prosperous scene with Your Majesty!"

"Fellow Daoist Lu!" When he finally saw Lu Liangsheng nodding, Yang Su was also very happy and rushed in excitedly and patted the scholar on the shoulder.

"Even if you don't have magic power, with the power of fellow Taoist Lu, you will be hundreds of times stronger than those who only know how to practice Taoism in the mountains!"

As soon as these words were said, Yang Jian next to him burst into laughter. The two brothers looked at each other and laughed louder. Lu Liangsheng curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Your Majesty, Duke Yue, although I agree, it is not now."

The two people on the other side stopped smiling immediately, and Yang Su was a little anxious: "Fellow Daoist, why is this?"

Lu Liangsheng kept a smile and waved his hand to signal the emperor and Yang Su not to be careful. He whistled outside the pavilion. The old donkey buried in the distance, jokingly ran over,

The scholar took the reins and walked out of the pavilion, laughed at the two of them:

"I've been out for a long time and am quite homesick. I'll go back and stay for a while."

After all, I promised Zhu Gangli to take him to Qixia Mountain and take him to take him to take a look, and he had to paint for him. I cannot break my trust. Now that I have no magic power, Lujia Village has to re-plan it so that others can feel at ease.

"Your Majesty, I've said goodbye."

After saying that, he turned over to the old donkey's back and patted the donkey's buttocks. With the creaking sound of the bookshelf, he gradually walked slowly along the road.

Yang Jian chased out of the pavilion and stood in the road and shouted: "Mr. Lu, when will you come back? I will keep the position of national teacher for you!"

"Next autumn leaves fall when they fall!"

The sound came from afar. Outside the pavilion, guards carrying swords stepped forward and stood behind Yang Jian. Then, they raised their hands one by one and bowed down together.

"We are honored to send the national teacher!"

"We are honored to send the national teacher!"

The voices of more than a hundred people rang around, and the birds flew around in the forest. The old donkey who was leaving was carrying a scholar on his back, bathed in the sunshine, turned his face slightly and waved his hand with a smile.

The copper bell shaking gently, and the bell slams, gradually moving farther and farther in this morning sun.

"Even if you lose your magic power, Fellow Daoist Lu's dirtful nature will not be able to change for a while."

Yang Su looked at the scholar who had already left, shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Brother, don't bother him."

"What am I upset? It's too late to be happy."

The guard brought the horse, Yang Jian turned around, turned over, turned around, and laughed and said, "Let's go back to the palace. Today I am in a good mood. Come with me to drink!"

A whip sounded and shouted: "Helping!!" The horse ran wildly, Yang Su and the guards got on the horse and turned the reins and ran wildly to follow.

The horse's hooves rumbled and disappeared at the city gate.

......

The sky light spreads, and the cicadas roaring one after another in the mountains. On the narrow and rugged mountain road, the scholar who had no magic power could not drive the magic to rush on his way, after walking for a while, the donkey pulled the reins and walked through the shade of the tree.

The mountains were silent, and in the sound of copper bells, the small door of the bookshelf opened, the toad Taoist poked out his head, then kicked his legs a few times, and slowly crawled onto the donkey's back.

"Liangsheng, what kind of national teacher do you want to be?"

The scholar who was walking with the reins in front looked at the dense tree cage, and the sun was shining in the gap. He narrowed his eyes and nodded for a while.

"If I don't become a national teacher, I'm afraid I can't afford to support my master."

Lu Liangsheng smiled and started a joke. Looking back at the master lying on the donkey's back, it seemed that he was no longer concerned about the gains and losses of his cultivation.

Taoist Toad twitched the corner of his mouth, slowly climbed over the donkey's back to the old donkey's neck, and almost fell off after hearing this joke.

He grabbed a tuft of mane and hung it outside, kicked it a few times but didn't get up, and let out a breath in dismay.

"Liangsheng...will you regret it?"

“No…”

Lu Liangsheng whispered, slow down and looked at the rolling mountains and vaguely visible outlines outside the mountain.

In the mansion with "Yuwen" written on it, the door of a room was pushed open. Yuwen Tuo went in, sat down beside the bed, looked at his junior brother who was still sleeping on it, and covered him with a quilt.

Thinking of the night when Master was besieged, his clenched fists were trembling.

As time passed, the sun gradually tilted, and the northwest wind and sand became heavier. Four scholars with frost on their faces were wrapped in veils and pointed and stroked excitedly at the fields, directing the nearby old farmers how to cultivate them. However, no one paid attention to them. Soon, the four of them sat dejectedly on the ridge of the field, which was different from the past when they thought of being an official.

On the desolate ridge in the northwest, the thin and peaceful old monk walked past the cave where the great demon was entrenched, came to a lonely grave somewhere, peeled off the cane on it with his own hands, closed his eyes and sat like a woman accompanying the grave, and sometimes he would whisper.

The sunset that had not yet set outside the mountain shone far away. In the green foothills, Zhu Gangwen followed the old donkey with a red face, flipping the scroll in her hand. At one moment, she stepped on the empty feet and rolled down the hillside like a ball, covered in grass, and crawled back in a mess. Looking at the scholar looking at him, she smiled and took out the wrinkled painting from her arms and Yangyang.

The birds sing lightly, passing through the red setting sun, gathering their wings and landing on the head of the old donkey walking leisurely. Looking at the scholar in the sky next to him, his face smiled.

"......Along the way, I thought I had bid farewell to the innocence of the young and innocent people, because I refused to turn back on the matter of Chen Chao. Later, I traveled to many places and felt mature and grown up. In fact, after all, I gradually forgot about the one who read books and had an ideal self at the time."

"The road of cultivation is long, but the road of life is also the same. It's all about starting over."

Lu Liangsheng turned around, looked at the toad with a confused look on his head, and led the old donkey Xinting to walk across the foothills, traveling all the way to the mountains and rivers. Sometimes he encountered unique and beautiful places. He set up an easel, spread out the painting scroll, and wrote down the landscape.

When I was thirsty, I washed away the dirt by the stream, and when I was sleepy, I fell asleep under the tree. The Toad Taoist wrapped in a quilt, looked through the recipe, and thought of wild game in the mountains, and swallowed...

Summer goes and autumn comes, and the mountains are green and yellow withered by the wind.

Under the treetops of Leilei's fruit, Lu Liangsheng climbed up and picked one and threw it to his master. He jumped off his old robe, wiped off the leaves on his body casually, took the fruit and took a bite. He stretched his waist comfortably, letting the old donkey follow behind, swaying with his somewhat ragged cuffs, and walking freely in front.

The mountain was full of golden yellow and the dead leaves were floating down. Lu Liangsheng walked across the ridge and stopped and leaned against Qixia Mountain in the distance. The wind stroked his hair and floated on his face, showing a smile.
Chapter completed!