"Sir... Mingyue said something unintentionally..."

The waterfall that was vertically down the cliff fell into the pool. In the mist, Lu Liangsheng stood on the rock by the pond. Hearing Yanzhi's voice, he raised his head and smiled: "This is how the child speaks, how can I take it to heart."

Then, his eyes turned back and looked at the water curtain that had been endless all year round. With a move, the water curtain that had fallen rapidly splashed open, and a scroll of painting with clear spiritual energy flew out and fell steadily into the hands of the scholar.

"Yangzhi, you and your son don't have to worry about me removing the magic circle, just changing the rules of spiritual power."

Lu Liangsheng unfolded the scroll and looked at the war painting with the "white" flag floating on it. "This time I came back, there was some trouble in my practice, and I needed to use the spirit gathering array to provide spiritual energy."

That day, the demon star fell from the sky. In fact, all creatures who practiced a little could see or sense it in the remote Qixia Mountain. However, Lu Liangsheng mentioned the fragments of the demon star, except for Yun Ji, the leader of Chengyun Sect, who mentioned it, it was really inconvenient for other people or monsters to say more, especially one that could promote cultivation, which would probably attract people with ulterior motives.

Thinking that the scholar was not slow in his hands, his fingertips burst out with magic light. He modified the hidden magic patterns in the painting on the painting and put them back into the node of the waterfall magic array. The sun in the sky had risen to the clouds, came down from the rocks, talked to Yanzhi for a while, then took the bright moon boy and Lu Pan and the eight others to the other two hills.

The remaining two spiritual gathering nodes must be completed together.

He took Mingyue and eight uncles to laugh and returned to the foot of the mountain. From a distance, he saw Hong Lian standing by the roadside. The passing businessmen could not see her and came straight from the side.

"Young Master, are you done?"

“It’s still early.”

Lu Liang gave birth to the foot of the mountain, walked to the middle of the road, waved his cuffs back, and the breeze blew past Lu Pan eight people, and the dust particles stained on his shoes drifted away, but his eyes kept looking at the woman in front of him, holding her with his other hand, and walking towards the one behind Honglian Temple.

"Didn't you go back to the temple? Why did you run out again?"

There were many people around. Hong Lian lowered his face and glanced at the back. Lu Pan and the eight others who were listening with their ears erected, and Xiao Mingyue stood up straight, slowed down her feet, and quickly looked at the direction of Lujia Village.

Knowing that they were eavesdropping, Hong Lian felt a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: "That's...", his gentle voice stretched out 'Yes', and he put his hands together and walked behind him. Looking ahead, his words suddenly changed and he simply hummed, "I won't tell you!"

After a while, he didn't hear a response. He leaned forward and looked down at Lu Liangsheng beside him.

"Young Master, why don't you talk?"

"I'm thinking about something."

Looking at the vendors who came to Lujia Village to collect fish, Lu Liangsheng said lightly, smiled and bowed to the merchants who were calling him, walked down the mud road at the foot of the mountain, went up the stone steps under the Honglian Temple, and continued, "I just came back yesterday, and I didn't tell you that this time I went back to Qixia Mountain because of the demon star."

Hong Lian followed him for a long time and liked each other. Since watching Lu Yuan's experience and feeling the loneliness between the lines of each other, Lu Liangsheng has cherished everything in front of him more and more.

As Lu Yuan said, he wanted to take different paths of the other party. Not only did he have to go on his own, but he also had to take the people around him. Even if he accompanied them to grow old and leave the world, it would be a pity to do it.

The scholar held Hong Lian's hand tighter, and passed a few pilgrims who came here, walked through the temple with sandalwood, and walked to the yellowing foothills.

"The demon star energy is not destroyed. It has been a long time since then. It will flow with the air and breed in other places. It will become a demon and a demon. It can make people who are honest and kind on weekdays become cruel and ruthless... I am afraid that if it is, I will seal a demon star energy in my body. Try it to see if it can be suppressed. If it can be done, I want..."

His words paused for a while, pursed his lips, and looked back at the undulating Qixia Mountain, withered yellow stroking between his vision, causing ripples.

"...I want to seal all the demon star fragments that have sprinkled in Jiuzhou."

"Don't worry, try it first...it should take a long time this time." Lu Liangsheng smiled, and for a moment, and said softly: "Let's go with me again." He held Hong Lian's hand tightly and pulled her to disappear into the golden birch forest.

The wind blew yellow the leaves, and the withered and yellow swayed, and left the branches and drifted to the distant sky along the wind. In the direction of flying, you could vaguely see the towering city walls and floated through the rows of houses.

In the mansion with the word "Zhou" written on it, the sycamore tree in the backyard, the last dead leaf fell to the ground, and a row of houses not far away, there was a sound of crying loudly, and an old man came to an end on this road in the world.

The erected spiritual position is placed under the old man’s favorite mount words before his lifetime.

——The magnificent rays of magnificent rays have been around for thousands of years, and the divine power has shook the universe.

As time goes by, the new spiritual position gradually becomes old, and the pasted calligraphy and paintings finally get dust. The autumn colors pass by, and the snow is covered with white snow. The road to the north and south is also covered with ice and snow. With few people, the new year is coming.

In the temple located in the mountains in the north, in the vast white forest, snow fell down by the sudden sound of the dusk bell. In the temple with red walls and black tiles, the fat monk Fajing looked sad and stood with a seal of compassion, standing in front of an old monk who was about to die.

Dong--

The bronze bell rang and heard.

The old monk Zhenhai, who had white beards, opened his eyes, and his once majestic eyes became clear. He looked at the Buddha statue in the temple, folded his hands together, lowered his head and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha......"

Then there was no sound again, only the heavy bells were left far and long, echoing in the Reclining Fo Mountain.

In the twilight winter, the end of the year is approaching, and people who have been busy for the year are crowded on the streets, taking their relatives with New Year’s goods, Lu Xiaoxian licked the candied haws and jumped to the next stall to buy snacks. Taoist followed behind and touched his wallet tremblingly.

In the bustling long street, Hong Lian showed her Dharma body, took Lu Liangsheng's arm, and walked into the shop with the sign "Shubaozhai". The shopkeeper who was fiddling the abacus saw the scholar's familiar face, and screamed, almost hiding from the back hall. What she saw was the scholar's gentle tone, which was much different from the willfulness of the boy in the past.

Soon after, the sky gradually darkened and the world was covered. I bought a cart of New Year's goods and parked it in the yard. The warm and yellow kitchen and the round table surrounded the closest people around me. Lu Liangsheng had not touched a long time, and filled the wine for his parents, sisters, and Taoist one by one, and spoke auspicious congratulations.

It was late at night, and the lights shone on the window frame to the outside courtyard. The woman in the painting was sitting at the table, holding her chin, smiling with her lips, looking at the scholar who was not tired of reading the book, holding the book and reading it softly.

Occasionally, the scholar's eyes were intertwined, and the room in winter had a warm atmosphere.

Winter goes and spring comes, the dead branches sprout, the birds fall and the branches sing lightly, the closed window lattice opens, and the scholar wearing a blue shirt and white robe writes good words in his pen and ink, revealing the fragrance of ink. People who have been turning over for a year walk out of the house to feel the spring in the mountains, pick up their hoes and walk towards the fields.

In Chang'an, the city walls with snow were extended. In the towering imperial city, Yang Guang sat on the dragon throne, looked at the ministers kneeling below, and issued a series of decrees after ascending the throne, and became more and more powerful as an emperor.

Soon, he retreated to the back garden and climbed to the attic where his father had stood. It looked like an endless outline of the city, which was the prosperous world under his feet.

In the long and short alleys lined up, Min Yuerou walked on the street in disappointment. She didn't even hear the maids shouting around her. She finally came out and mustered up the courage to go to Wanshou Temple. Unfortunately, the building was empty. The person who was happy in her heart had already left.

After a moment, it seemed that someone had hit her shoulder. The woman raised her head and saw a familiar back walking in front of her. It seemed that she had knocked down the person. The man stopped and looked at the woman with a stunned expression.

"I'm really sorry for this girl. The young actor Lu Yuan will compensate you for one."

The man in a white shirt and robe arched his hands and politely arched his hands, disturbing the bustling long street. The two looked at each other and forgot about the pedestrians coming and going around.

A heart-to-heart relationship.

A scholar sitting under the old pine tree reading a clear reading among the foothills thousands of miles away, looked north, turned back to sit on the edge of the cliff, watching the sea of ​​clouds rising and falling.

The old pine trees swaying in the wind are radiating new branches, and gradually withering and falling off the grave.
Chapter completed!