The morning sun rises among the clouds, the trees form forests, and the branches and leaves sway gently in the wind.

The mottled treetops, the spotted sparrows shook their feathers, jumped up from the branches, spread their wings and flew into the sun. In an instant, a stone hit and fell straight to the ground.

The Taoist ran over with a yellow cloth pocket, picked up the sparrow and a few in his pocket, squatted to the side of the road, and used a fire talisman to burn the bird's feathers. Not far away, he heard the sound of the copper ringtone from far away, and then put the birds away.

"Follow this path, I can't be hungry. There seems to be a pool ahead, so get two more fish to come up!"

The old donkey who came over shook his long ears. In the shaking bookshelf behind, Taoist Toad pushed open the small door and poked his head out.

"Two are not enough, fish more."

"I know, I know." Sun Yingxian put away the cloth bag, rubbed his hands in the grass, ran forward excitedly, and disappeared at the end of the forest road in a blink of an eye.

In the ringing of the neck ring, behind the old donkey, Lu Liangsheng walked and read two books of "Mountain and Sea Map" and turned north by passing Huaiyizhou. He did not encounter any strange and strange things. Instead, the people lived and worked in peace and prosperity everywhere. It can be seen that in the next few years, the Chen Dynasty will be completely recovered, and the people's lives will not be too bad.

After all, Yang Jian was a good emperor. After the incident of the Prayer Cult, he took the time to go over and take a look. If possible, he would draw a scroll of grand events for him. I wonder if it would add some luck to the Sui Dynasty.

While reading the book and walking, he was thinking about other things. The muddy road in the forest under his feet was rugged and he didn't let him stumble. When he was thinking about Chang'an, a dog's tail stretched out from the grass next to him. The woman's smiling voice teased Lu Liangsheng's face.

It was the tree demon who turned into a human form, and took off his veil and looked delicate and beautiful. However, the tree was asexual. Sometimes the tree demon would make trouble and turn into a man. Once, the Taoist wanted to get up and get close to him, but the tree demon turned his head and was Yan Chixia's face. He was so scared that he was depressed for two consecutive days. He came out of Huaiyizhou and then improved.

Lu Liangsheng took the funny dogtail grass and tapped the pretty face and forehead with a smile: "Why do those two fox monsters call you grandma?"

"Because I'm old, it's like this!"

The mentality of a few years old made the thousand-year-old tree demon quite cheerful. He covered his face with his hands and then pulled it apart, turning it into an old woman, and his black and tall hair turned completely white.

The slim body is slightly bowed, and it looks like an old look.

"Old demon, aren't it very powerful? I see that some people who have passed by Lanruo Temple are very fierce, which scares the others, so I'm very fierce in front of them, but I won't be in front of the old demon."

Lu Liangsheng returned the dog tail grass to her: "Why can't it?"

The black-skirt tree demon danced with the grass, jogging happily to the front, the hem of the skirt spread open, his face turned around and smiled charmingly, but his tone was a little naughty.

"Because you are an old demon, I remember you! It seems that I have known each other for a long time."

In the sunshine, the old donkey walked leisurely in front of the grass, followed by a man and a demon. In the bookshelf, the toad Taoist stood his legs and sat by the door. Subconsciously touched the rope around his waist, knocked on the cigarette butt a few times, lit it again, and comfortably leaned against the gourd placed horizontally behind him, clicked it, lit up his round belly, and spit out smoke.

‘I feel that if I continue like this, I will be almost unreliable. I was close to the demon king back then, gull’

"Get another sip."

When I thought about it, I couldn't help but slap again, and suddenly the voice of a Taoist came from the front.

"Eat here at noon!"

Lu Liangsheng stopped talking, and waved the tree demon, came to the front of the old donkey, led the reins and walked out of the woods on both sides, and his vision became wider. Several lush small peaks stood in the distance. In the direction of the past, a raised terrain formed two halves. A mountain spring flowed to the pool five or six feet below, and leaves floated on the water surface. When he approached, he saw that the deep green was not bottom-out.

After putting the reins and taking the pot and bowl on the bookshelf, Lu Liangsheng asked the old donkey to play around by himself. Seeing the broken branches and the Taoist who was tied with thin threads on it, he couldn't help but smile:

"Why bother so much?"

"Then what can you do to draw?"

When the Taoist saw the scholar unfolding a blank scroll, he threw the branches in his hand off the ground, patted the dust and walked over: "This is even more troublesome. If I hadn't wanted to destroy the scenery here, I would have caught some thunder in my palm, so why would I catch fish? Grandma of the fish have been brought to you."

"I also know that the scenery here is very beautiful, and I just can catch the elegant scenery when I fish."

Lu Liangsheng said with a smile, and the ink on his pen tip was dipped ink and fell onto the scroll, and the tree demon couldn't help but lean over.

I saw that on the white paper, the green ink wandered with the tip of the essay, and pulled out a long ink. Lu Liangsheng pulled open the wide sleeves of the wrist holding the pen, shaking gently, and the ink embellished several links, and the ink pole took shape.

Little lift your wrist, only the tip of the pen is left on it, and a fishing line is drawn out, and the fish hook is formed.

Lu Liangsheng put down his brush, flicked his cuffs upwards, and grabbed it from above. The ink-colored bamboo pole and the fishing line and hook magically lifted it out of the painting, and the painting became blank again.

The Taoist quickly touched the paper, and his eyes were filled with horror.

"When you reach the Nascent Soul, can you draw the virtual to the real?"

"It can only be transformed into some small things, dead things." Lu Liangsheng waved his fishing rod, and could feel his magic power condensed into reality. "It's like this fishing rod, or some tables, chairs and stools."

Seeing the Taoist looking at him, he immediately understood what the other party wanted to say. He waved his hand and pushed his face away, walked to the edge of the pond, brushed away the dust from a stone, and made a bait and hung it on the hook.

"Don't even think about it. Drawing a beauty will have no soul."

"Not enough." The Taoist muttered and walked to raise the fire and set up the pot.

The tree demon smiled and leaned over and squatted aside, "Then I'll show you."

Hearing this, Sun Yingxian hurriedly went to the side, buried his face, and waved his hands repeatedly with lingering fear.

"Forget it, if you suddenly become a Bodhisattva, a god, a Buddha or something in the temple, you will be killed by lightning."

Soon, smoke rose in the cooking stove, and the tree demon was afraid of fire, so he didn't say much to the Taoist, and ran to find the old donkey.

The sun shines, caring for this quiet old forest. In the deep pool, Lu Liangsheng held a fishing rod and pulled a small fish and threw it away the Taoist priest who was cooking with a fire behind, and faintly heard a sound in the forest on the high ground, as if someone was singing.

"Walking over the mountain, there is a village. The woman who has not passed the door looks at the sky and looks forward to the prince climbing the wall in the middle of the night."

A somewhat dirty mountain song walked here with the rustling footsteps in the forest. An old man carrying a few bundles of firewood stopped and saw a young man in a white robe in apricot pattern fishing by the pool below. His expression was stunned for a moment until the young man there smiled at him and bowed to him.

The scholar smiled gentle, humble and polite, and the old man quickly followed the other party's etiquette and bowed back.

The north is densely populated, and it is normal to have houses in the mountains. Lu Liangsheng inserted his fishing rod into the cracks of the stone and walked up to a high place.

"Old man, I happened to be passing by here to raise the fire and cook. There is no firewood. Why not sell a few bundles on your back and sell them to me?"

Seeing that a few copper coins were handed over, the old man hesitated for a moment, lowered his body, took the bundle of firewood and put it on the ground.

"If it's not enough, this young master will take another bundle."

"Enough is enough."

After handing the copper coins to the old man, Lu Liangsheng talked to him for a few words, asked the place, and then asked which road to He Lingzhou should be near.

While chatting here, the floating fishing line suddenly pulled downwards and tightened.

The toad Taoist who was yawning in the bookshelf and basking in the sun glanced at him and saw the fishing rod shaking left and right in the crack of the rock. Seeing his apprentice and an old man still talking, he started to mumble and walked over on the frog webbing.

"Oh, it's not good to catch a fish, so I have to come in person."

The frog webs held the fishing rod together, and the fishing line connecting the water moved downwards, and suddenly sank. As soon as the toad Taoist held the fishing rod, he felt a force pulling it, widening his eyes, and his short body and the fishing rod slammed into the pond.

Hearing the voice, the Taoist turned his head and could not see anything in parallel.

"Did you hear any sound, old toad?"
Chapter completed!