Lu Liangsheng was quite satisfied with the first magic weapon. Although it was specially designed to deal with Pudu Cihang, it was also very effective at other times. As long as you have hearing, you will inevitably be affected.

"I don't know if it will be too insidious."

Only in the future can we know this kind of thing. At this moment, the sky is already bright, and there are gradually people in the mountain village below. In the distance, the rooster crows loudly and echoes among the mountains.

Oh...oh...oh...oh

The sun shines through the sea of ​​clouds and shines over, sprinkling a golden color. Lu Liangsheng tied this "Soul Burial of the Yin Mansion" and hung it on his waist. Then he walked away with the eight magic swords that were still resonating with.

The sword bodies are different, and the spiritual aggregates on each sword are different. It is a bit difficult for Lu Liangsheng to integrate into the Yuelong sword in the middle.

Walking to the magic circle to refine the magic circle, sitting down, while moving the right path of the universe, observing the seven swords surrounding Yuelong, his consciousness was like wandering around each sword. The original owner of the magic swords who refine the magic swords gave these magic swords different spiritual aggregates. If you want to blend together, it is indeed a bit...

Bang!

Lu Liangsheng thought that the difficulty would be very high, but a magic power of the formation was broken there. The moment he frowned, the other normal lines were also broken one by one. The eight swords floating downwards suddenly lost their support and fell to the ground with a few crackling sounds.

"The seven-day merit seems to be a waste."

Sighing, the scholar stood up and picked up Yuelong, checked it, but fortunately, the sword body and the spiritual aggregate inside the sword were not affected.

‘Go back and read the book and see what else is missing.’

There was no need to bring the magic swords back. Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and inserted them into the nearby giant rocks and cleaned them up. Anyway, he missed the time for breakfast. He walked slowly down the mountain and returned to the village, but many people gathered.

The busy farming season has passed, and the old and young people in the village are holding each other together. Mr. Lu is sitting on a chair, basking in the sun in a drowsy manner. Not far away, some people are holding bowls, squatting on the ground, eating noodles, eating big cakes, and listening to everyone chatting.

"Did you hear this morning? Oh, I heard it, I thought Mr. Lu was dead and was preparing for the whole village to have dinner, but nothing happened."

"Who did the song? I heard this sound early in the morning, which is very unlucky."

"Hey, Liangsheng is here, ask him maybe he knows."

A group of old and young men in the village, big-shouldered and round-waisted women and children saw the scholar coming back from outside, greeting him one by one. Even Lu Pan, who was squatting not far away, stood up.

You should know that Lujia Village has brought all the good days in recent years, and even the emperor's Golden Palace has been smashed, which is even more capable.

"Liangsheng is going to Qixia Mountain again."

"You woman, don't talk. Our Liangsheng's master is practicing on the mountain, so he must go."

"By the way, Liangsheng, what's going on with that voice this morning? It sounds so cunning. What's going on? Tell everyone?"

People like gossip. Lu Liangsheng doesn't mind listening to some new things, but he likes such close words. Anyway, everyone in the village knows the truth and knows that he knows the truth, so he seems relaxed and comfortable in speaking.

"Nothing, it's just that the spell made something, and it's all right now."

After replying, after chatting for a while, Lu Liangsheng walked over to the sunny man Lu and gave the old man a pulse. The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young man squatting in front of him, his eyes glared angrily.

"Which thief is you? You dare to test me in front of me!"

Opposite, Lu Liangsheng withdrew his finger and replied with a smile: "I am Yang Jian of Northern Zhou."

The old man's health is not a big deal, but he is a little confused now. If he walks a few feet away, he will forget the way home.

"Yang Jian, who is Yang Jian?" Lu Taigong turned his head and blinked in confusion, "Huh... Why am I here?"

Stand up with a crutch and walked slowly around.

"Where is my house?"

Lu Liangsheng laughed. Anyway, there were many people here, and someone would send Lu Taigong back later. Lu Pan also came over after breakfast, wiped the oil soup left by his mouth, followed his nephew, and patted his chest.

"Liangsheng, what are the things you taught? After practicing for four years, the Taoist priest couldn't beat us. Once I went into the mountain and encountered a lone wolf. Guess what, my teeth couldn't even bite through my skin. I threw it up and flew two feet high... Do you want to teach something else? Or find something for us?"

The scholar walking in front stopped and his expression was stunned.

Even the Taoist can't beat them?

...These eight elders are afraid that they are not practicing every day. Lu Liangsheng turned around, Lu Pan shook his shoulders, opened his chest, and his two towering chest muscles shook left and right.

Lu Liangsheng: "…”

It seems that if they really need to find something for them, otherwise they will continue to practice, and they will probably have to make mistakes.

On the way back to the fenced courtyard, Lu Pan first asked him to put on his clothes, and suddenly he thought of the barrier outside.

"Let's do this, Uncle Pan, I've put paintings on Xiaoquan Mountain and two other hills nearby. You go there for an hour or two every day to avoid someone picking them."

"well."

Lu Pan nodded excitedly after rubbing his rough hands, resigned his nephew, and went to find the other seven people. On the way, he met the old lady and asked him why he came here. The old man pointed to the fence wall with morning glory in front of him.

"Go and have a look."

In the small courtyard where the Taoist fled randomly under the old tree in the yard, yawned and sat on the stool. When he saw Lu Liangsheng coming back, he laughed.

"I don't have a sword on my body, have I not practiced it?"

Humph!

The old donkey ran out of the straw shed, stretched out the donkey's head and held the scholar's cuffs, slapped the reins under his neck, and signaled him to take him out for a walk.

Lu Liangsheng glared at the Taoist, reached out and untied the reins that were wrapped around the old donkey's neck.

"Go to yourself, remember to come back when it's dark."

Ahhh

The old donkey hissed, turned around and ran out of the courtyard, and the cheerful cries quickly disappeared outside.

Lu Liangsheng greeted the Taoist, then walked straight back to the room, found the book of refining weapons, sat at the table and looked at it. Taoist Toad climbed up along the foot of the table, picked up a small bowl and dunked two mouthfuls to look at the page.

"Has the weapon refining failed?"

"Um."

The paper turned over a page with a slight sound of "wow", and Lu Liangsheng responded in a low voice, his eyes searching for useful content on it, and then said:

"This is the first time I have such a thing. If you look at it more, you may find a solution. It's a fate to find it if you can't get it."

Taoist Toad shook his head when he heard his disciple's words, put down the empty bowl, got off the desk, took off his double webbing and walked out.

"Weapon refining is not as good as practicing on weekdays. I'll be the teacher who will go and see what's going on for you."

On his back, he poked his head out and saw Li Jinhua not under the eaves. He stepped on his webbed and ran quickly through the courtyard gate with his white flower belly. As soon as he turned around, a pear blossom stick came over.

Bang!

The tail of the rod hit the toad's face, and the short body bounced out like a ball, rolling twice on the ground.

The toad Taoist got up in a mess, with a red mark on his face, which was quite funny. Seeing that it was Lu Taigong in the village, he cursed angrily.

"That's his mother..."

He was about to walk around. When Lu Taigong next to him heard this, his turbid eyes lit up.

"Are you my dad?"

Taoist Toad thought the old man was choking him, so he turned around as he walked: "I am still your ancestor!"

"Ancestor..."

Lu Taigong shouted weakly.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Inside the fence wall, Sun Yingxian smiled so hard that tears burst out when she hugged her stomach. Taoist toad bulged her cheeks and couldn't help but take the old man. She was so angry that she hugged her webbing and walked into the mountains.

The skylight spread, and through the clouds, we went to Fulinzhou to the north. Amid the loud shouts of "Join", a team of more than ten people ran for a while, and soon stopped nearby to rest.

"Dad! Drink water."

Min Yuerou, who had got off the horse, took the water bag from the guards and handed it to her father. She watched the old man raise his head and poured it into his mouth, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but ask for a question in his heart.

"Dad, what happened, where are we going?"

Over there, Min Changwen wiped the water droplets from his beard and sat down on the ground, leaving for a moment of silence.

"Go to the south, but Yuerou, we father and daughter are going to separate here."

He looked at the forked intersection ahead and said this.
Chapter completed!