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The birds passing through the forest fell to the branches of the old pine trees, and looked at the scholar not far from the tombstone below and blinked the bird's eyes, and jumped curiously on the tombstone and jumped over.

On the white painting paper, the ink marks outline a character, arranged in an array, with spears like a forest, the tip of the pen wandering, embellishing the iron sheet of armor, and the posture of war horses neighing.

The scholar's wide sleeves were flying, his brushes were crossed, and a banner seemed to be swept in the wind, spreading left and right, and countless soldiers charged into battle, revealing the breath of golden swords and iron horses.

He knew that the Emperor of Chen was not bloody, but in order to prevent the other party from rushing to jump into the wall, he had to set up a barrier for Lujia Village and Bei Village, and it would be best to control the barrier around Qixia Mountain.

"I hope you can retreat with your tactfulness."

Put the brush off the ink inkstone, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stool, stretched out his hand and waved at Lao Song. The dew accumulated from the branches and leaves shook, pulling out slender water lines that condensed the size of a fist in his hand.

The next second, it turned into water mist and sprinkled on the scroll.

'kill'

Xilulu!!!

Countless fighting shouts were heard on the painting, and the war horses were ringing, and the flag with the vague "white" vaguely rolled up from the stillness, as if waving in the wind. The soldiers below showed ferocious faces, wielding weapons and running wildly on the scroll, cavalry rushed through the crowd, rushing between the roads, horses swung their tails, people stood up, people on the horse's back, the cloak of generals holding swords sounded, and they waved their swords horizontally!

In the ink painting, the characters seemed to come alive one by one.

"Liangsheng, this is not possible."

At some point, Taoist Toad stood on a blue rock not far away, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains with a black-printed gourd on his back. When he heard his disciple say "Master", he nodded and turned his face.

"Using the way of illusion, one can achieve great success, but only has its form, no spirit, but just illusion. It is useless to put it in front of people with high cultivation."

He jumped off the big rock, walked past his apprentice's knees with his double webbeds, and sat cross-legged to the edge of the cliff, as if Qishan had returned to his peak at that time...

Lu Liangsheng calmed down and looked at the word "white" with the big flag on it. He suddenly thought of an idea and said, "Master is waiting for a moment." He used the magic of shrinking the ground and returning to the village. He ignored Lu Laoshi who had put ropes on the old donkey in the donkey shed and pulled the stone mill off the stone mill in the donkey shed, and walked straight into the room to find a book and a blank piece of paper.

"Maybe this method works!"

Back on Qixia Mountain, Lu Liangsheng created a stone platform, spread the paper, and quickly wandered with magic power on the tip of his pen. On the pages of the book flipping around, he said with his head: "Wu'an Jun"

"There are famous generals in Qin, and their reputations are tremendous. They have won the capital of Ying in the south and Zhao Kuo in the north. They have ended in more than seventy cities. They have made Qin emperor's career and their achievements have been completed. Please be Wu'an..."

On the spread paper, there was a sacrificial article written, which was filled with dozens of words and passionately, telling the life of the famous pre-Qin general. After checking correctly, Lu Liangsheng picked up the sacrificial article and walked to the easel, igniting a flame, burning it all in front of the painting.

The next moment, the lower corner of the right side of the scroll was engraved with a line of small characters

Wu'anjun.

"It's done."

Sure enough, the magic power in the scroll can be circulated by itself. If it is not used frequently, it can be guaranteed to be dispersed for at least five years. Unlike the previous paintings, Lu Liangsheng vaguely felt that there was a simple consciousness above.

After thinking about this new idea, Lu Liangsheng enjoyed it and drew several different paintings, including several giant beasts with their heads, monkeys pressing down at the mountain, big birds with flames all over their bodies, giants holding wine jars...

"When you have the best materials and refine these paintings into magic weapons, the effect may be different again."

The Toad Taoist saw him busy and his eyes were straightened. The realistic painting of Taoism was based on Confucianism and Taoism sacrificed their souls. If they were refined into magic weapons, it would be fine...

I just mentioned it, can you learn from it?

As soon as he thought about it, his body suddenly slighted. Lu Liangsheng grabbed it and put it on his shoulder. He heard the scholar say, "Master, while it is still early, call the Taoist, let's set up the illusion array around Qixia Mountain."

"Slow, slow, ahhhh..."

The voice of the Toad Taoist was elongated in the air. Lu Liangsheng jumped to the sky, his figure was blurred. The next second he had fallen to the mountain road below and whistled towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.

The whistle is doped with magic power and echoes among the mountains.

The old donkey who was pulled into the village trembled his ears and raised his head excitedly. Lu Laoshi, who was standing beside him, was still driving it away: "I don't move all day long, I'm not strong yet..." Before he finished speaking, the old donkey whistled, digged up his hooves, turned around and ran to the entrance of the village. The rope that was wrapped around him tightened, and he pulled the stone mill to hit the ground. He ran wildly with the donkey, dragging it on the ground to squeeze out a deep mark, and stopped until the rope was broken.

"My grinding!" Lu Laoshi looked at Shimong, who was only half left, and was crying without tears.

The shinba near the entrance of the village was flying in the air, and his palms were stamped on his muscles and his sweat-stained chest, hard as iron plates, and his palm prints hit him quickly, leaving no red marks on his five fingers.

With a loud shout, the eight people urged their strength and made their own postures. The skeleton of "Ka" was heard, and the light around them could be vaguely distorted, and the energy burst out.

"...Lu Liangsheng only teaches you the kung fu that can be practiced horizontally?"

Sun Yingxian looked at the eight people's muscles and couldn't help swallowing. After a while, the eight people knew nothing to do, so they focused on practicing their physical exercises, and they were almost invulnerable to swords and guns. In addition, the eight people worked together, and they stood in front of him like an iron wall. They couldn't beat them, and they couldn't push them away.

Eight freaks.

The whistle came, and the Taoist saw the eight people roaring in a row of "Ah" roars rushed over, and quickly stepped back and waved his hand.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

In front of the scene, the old donkey was running through. Sun Yingxian turned around and ran away, jumped to the donkey's back, and went to the road outside the village. A golden lodging field was seen everywhere. Lu Liangsheng, wearing a white and blue robe, squatted on the ridge of the field, making fun of a three or four-year-old girl with a braid and giving her candy cubes.

Hearing the sound of shaking the bell, he stood up and stroked the little girl's head.

"Don't run around and wait for parents by the Tianbian."

"Um!"

The little girl licked candy, nodded obediently, and waved her hand at the scholar who was passing by: "Goodbye Mr. Lu! Goodbye toad!"

"goodbye."

Taoist Toad lay on his apprentice's shoulder and rolled his eyes: "Why is this my husband... Forget it, don't bother with a child."

Hearing this, Lu Liangsheng smiled and held his robe slightly. He walked up the Taoist side. The old donkey also came over and stuck out his tongue and licked the master's palm. On the side, the Taoist who jumped off the donkey's back looked around.

"Lao Lu, why are you looking for me to come out?"

The scholar stroked the donkey's mane and his eyes swept across the stretch of Qixia Mountain. His words came out gently from his lips, and he paused every word.

"Here, lay out the magic circle."

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Chapter completed!