In the county town in the mountains, water droplets are weaved in low walls and low eaves. It just rained, and it dripped from the eaves from time to time, silently landing on both sides of the street, climbing floor tiles with moss, and people's footsteps came and went.

"Why are Qianwei here?"

Lu Liangsheng went up the street and reached out to ask the one-armed man who took off his hat and carried two long swords. The two walked to the tea shop next to him and asked the friend to brew two cups of tea to serve.

"Zuo was cheated by Yan Chixia."

Opposite, Zuo Zhengyang leaned against the wall with two long swords "Dangdang", which caused several tea shops in the tea shop to look sideways. He glanced at the weapons beside the wall. He probably saw that the other party was a man from the world and continued to chat and drink tea, but his voice gradually became much smaller. There was also a table that had made tea money and left in a hurry.

"Have he cheated?" Lu Liangsheng couldn't help laughing. In the past, when he was in Lanruo Temple, he had seen Zuo Zhengyang pull Yan Chixia into the Fire Sect, which would be strange.

Zuo Zhengyang chuckled, his beard was all around his mouth, and his chin spread out sparsely, talking about the whole story of his coming to Shu.

"There was a swordsman with a more surnamed Xiahou who originally wanted to compete in Yan Chixia, but this guy deceived the other party and said, "There is a man with a one-armed sword that is superb and must be the best in the world. Since ancient times, the sword is like water and fire. Then, the guy found Zuo, came to Yancheng for martial arts competition, and also posted heroic posts, asking the heroes from Shu and Shaanxi to come to watch the competition."

Speaking of this, the laughter became louder, rubbed the stubble, took a sip of tea, and looked at the scholar opposite.

"Honor Lu also received a heroic post to watch the battle?"

Lu Liangsheng had heard of some martial arts competitions before, but after all, it was an ordinary martial arts competition and no interest in fighting.

"Not this, I came to Shuzhong for other things. I wonder when Qianwei competed with that person?"

“Fourth of April.”

"Qingming?" Lu Liangsheng was slightly stunned, looked at Zuo Zhengyang's indifferent expression, and chuckled: "That man seems to be a matter of both the superiority and the inferiority, and the difference between life and death."

Even if the swordsman with the more surname Xiahou was Gao Jue, he was not Zuo Zhengyang's opponent with the Fire Spirit Pearl. At that time, the mortals dared to fight against such a strange monster like Cihang, which was the peak of the mortals, not to mention that they have now entered the practice of cultivation.

During the battle, Lu Liangsheng also asked about the other party's practice and used the method to give some advice. After all, the latter had just entered the practice of Taoism. Even though his martial arts were so skilled, he was naturally inferior to the scholar in this regard.

"Thousands of Weiwei use qi and blood to nourish the spirit beads. The fire spirits that feed back should not be instilled into the limbs and bones first, but accumulate them in the dantian first. Just like in the past, they would enter the five internal organs and 6 internal organs to generate their own magic power. However, there are also disadvantages. At that time, Qianwei's cultivation was single, so they could only use the fire spirit energy."

The implication is that the magic can be used when it is mixed with fire. Zuo Zhengyang didn't care and waved it with his own hand.

"It's good to practice it all, just like Zuo only practiced swordsmanship. If he could practice it so well and improve his cultivation, it would be better for Mr. Lu to give him the spirit beads."

After chatting for half an hour without realizing it, Zuo Zhengyang hung up his long sword and said goodbye. He had been here in this county town in Shanzhong for two days. He was about to leave and rushed to Yancheng. At the same time, he also invited Lu Liangsheng to come to see the battle on the fourth day of the fourth month of the fourth month.

"Let's see when I'm going to do it in time. I'll be here for the fourth day of the New Year."

Lu Liangsheng dared not accept the invitation at will. The place where the light stagnates in the painting "The Sea of ​​Endless Mountains" is still unknown. What is the reason for this.

"Well, then Zuo will say goodbye first."

Two one-armed figures with long swords on their backs took the tea and drank it all in one mouthful. They nodded to the scholar, turned straight and walked down the street, and went to the west gate.

"My man, check out."

Putting down a few bronze coins, Lu Liangsheng looked at the figure who gradually disappeared from the end of the pedestrian world. The left captain who had to enforce the law was now becoming jealous of evil and was full of chivalrous loyalty.

Perhaps this is the way that people have different ways.

A smile hangs on the corner of his mouth, watching the one-armed figure disappearing among the crowd, and then he turns his sight and looks at a pharmacy clinic along the street opposite.

There were fewer patients around there. Lu Liangsheng walked past a woman carrying wrapped medicinal herbs and walked into the medicine shop. The grabbing maker at the counter opposite saw the scholar wearing a white robe and put down the scale.

"Are you taking medicine or treating a doctor?"

"see a doctor."

Lu Liangsheng coughed softly, followed the guide to the side hall, lifted the curtain, and saw a curtain separated by a hazy figure sitting opposite.

"Dr. Li, a patient has arrived."

Behind the curtain, the figure's voice was a little hoarse and weak: "Let him come here."

"Okay."

When the guy came back, he made a gesture to Lu Liangsheng, afraid that he would be accused of it, and explained: "Don't mind, my doctor is a little uncomfortable, afraid that it will affect the patient, so he cut the curtain."

"Don't mind."

Lu Liangsheng smiled, sent the guy away, sat down opposite the curtain, restrained his cultivation power, lifted up his cuffs, and reached out to put his hand under the curtain.

The curtain floated slightly, and a grey and dry hand stuck out, pressing the fingertips to remove Lu Liangsheng's wrist pulse.

"Young Master, the pulse is stable, and it doesn't look like you're sick. Please come back."

On his wrist, the fingertips that touched the skin, there was a cold feeling. Lu Liangsheng narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand again.

"Doctor, why not take another pulse."

The breath reduced again, and the scholar reduced his vitality to the lowest point. His body temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point. His face turned gray and as if he was dead. His hand stretched out under the curtain opposite him touched his pulse, as if he had been stabbed, and he hurriedly retracted.

"Young Master, you are afraid you have your pulse."

"Just promise death to be on the clinic."

Lu Liangsheng withdrew his hand, his vitality regained his vitality, his face turned rosy, and he smiled and looked at the figure behind the curtain: "Don't I, the deceased, come to see the doctor?"

‘Crazy’

The curtain suddenly opened and was pulled to one side by the magic power. The middle-aged man in black background and white robe sat upright behind him. He wrapped his scarf in his neck, his face was dull and his eyes were dull. When he saw the scholar opposite, he turned around and wanted to run away. The next moment, he took two steps and was pulled back and sat on the chair. The magic power that could not be seen by the naked eye was tied away, and his hands and feet were kept on the chair and could not move.

Lu Liangsheng got up from the stool and watched him struggle and twist, his face darkened.

"Are you going to look for a substitute in this way?"

The ghost was also shocked. Seeing that his hands and feet were unable to move, he quickly shook his head, struggled and shouted:

"No, I have never harmed anyone, young master, don't talk nonsense."

"no?"

Lu Liangsheng lightly drew the word "生" in the air. The ghost on the chair suddenly burst into cold air and sat on the chair screaming. The medicine grabber outside heard the movement and rushed inside to see this scene. He was also very scared, but he turned his head and shouted.

"Sister-in-law, come quickly!!"

The door leading to the back hall opened with a bang, and a woman rushed in with a stick, "Let my husband go!!"

The stick hit Lu Liangsheng with a swish.
Chapter completed!