The figure kneeling on the ground trembled for a moment, slowly raised his face, looking at Lu, sitting in front of the easel with an incredible expression.

Strange...

Some of these words are in weird and weird texts. I also thought that Xia Gu wore gold and silver, and it might be a concubine in the official's family next door to the museum and came to a private meeting...

The breeze swept across the willows, and the slightly swaying willow branches swept across the easel. Lu Liangsheng stopped writing. Looking at Jin Huaian who was stunned, he raised his sleeve slightly. The scholar opposite felt that his body was light, as if he was sitting on the clouds, floating up.

"Immortal...Immortal Dharma..."

Jin Huaian looked at Lu Liangsheng, who was holding a pen opposite, with his lips trembling slightly, and he couldn't say the complete words. Lu Liangsheng smiled and put down his wolf hair, got up and patted his shoulder. The latter came to his senses, swallowed his saliva, followed behind in a small step, looking at the scenery of Jinhu that was far and near, and then heard Lu Liangsheng's voice sound.

"......You said that Xia Gu has never seen me before, but I can make you ask me for something. I want to take some thought."

"Lu Tong...Mr. Lu." Jin Huaian subconsciously shrank his neck when he heard the word "Xia Gu". He changed his mouth unconsciously and said with some hesitation: "Well, Xia Gu is really a monster?"

Lu Liangsheng stroked the fence standing on the lake shore, turned his head to look at him, smiled and looked at the sparkling water surface, carried his hand behind him, and slowly walked along the shore.

"The Jinhu family she asked you to talk about is actually hinting that her family is in this Jinhu, and now she knows she is afraid?"

Jin Huaian, who was following two steps behind, fell silent, his hands clenched into fists, as if he was struggling with something, and lowered his voice: "What kind of weird thing she is changing, can Mr. Lu tell me?"

"Is it important to know what kind of monster?"

Jin Huaian was stunned for a while and nodded, "It's really not important." Then, he quickly chased after him, showed his firm gaze, and bowed his hands and said, "Mr. Lu, I actually shook my mind just now, but... I really can't bear it. Whether it's a demon or a human, Xia Gu is a husband and wife, and I don't want to see her die. I know that my relationship with her is still shallow, but I still want to ask her to let her go and her family go. If possible, I am willing to take it for her!"

Knowing and Knowing—

The last cicadas in the golden autumn chirping sounded loudly by the lakeside. The old donkey crawling under the willows arched against the swaying willow branches, the annoying cicadas chirping, the gentle lake wind, the toads crawling in the bookshelf smacked their lips and yawned in a depressed manner.

Men and women were laughing at the pavilion in the distance. Occasionally, they did not forget the scholars who were painting there. When they looked at them, they saw the scholars who were painting and another scholar standing by the lake looking at each other. They couldn't help but feel curious.

"Hey, the opposite of the painting is Mr. Jin from our county center hall. It turns out that they are still familiar with each other."

"I just heard the accent, and the scholar who painted was like Tianzhi, so it was not surprising that he was familiar with him."

In the pavilion, a woman said curiously: "...Why are they both motionless?"

There was a voice next to me laughing loudly.

"I can't say that the two of them cherish each other, and they can't help but feel in love, haha!"

The waves of Jinhu Lake flowed, the sound of cicadas, the fish swam by lotus leaves, and the moment when the bustle of the pavilion in the distance gathered, at the same time when Jin Huaian said the words "...bear it for her!", Lu Liangsheng's eyes were calm and he replied in a low voice: "You can't afford it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the easel.

"Your Xia Gu is a family member of this lake. I will wait for me to capture the first monster and make a decision. Don't talk about this matter. Go back and tell Xia Gu by the way, don't waste your time. I will take care of the five spiritual and evil spirits in Jiangnan. I will definitely not be able to do anything!"

.........

No one can do it!

.........

A tone of iron-cutting is rarely spoken from the scholars, and has taken practical actions.

On the other side of the Jinhu Lake, the Taoist with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took out several yellow talismans and pressed them with stones around the temple with the plaque of the "Golden Dragon King". Yuwen Chengdu, who was tall and imposing, rode on a horse and waved the phoenix wings and gilded bore behind.

Dozens of thick ropes, the neighing of the war horses, twisting out a squeaking friction sound. The next second, there was a loud bang, and the temple with a huge roof collapsed in the midst of the collapse of the earthen wall, smashing the clay sculpture of the Dragon King on the divine platform.

Sun Yingxian was full of energy and waved his hand: "Go! Go!"

On the lake shore, the horse's hooves vibrated, and smoke and dust were rolled up to speed along the shore.

...........

Knowing ~~Knowing ~~~

The autumn cicada screamed annoyingly, and a loud bang in the distance came. Jin Huaian stood there, knowing that he had no power to tie a chicken, and there was no reason. His face turned red and silent for a while, and he bowed to the scholar sitting on the easel, and left in a dusty state.

......How to tell Xia Gu.

When he sighed melancholy, the sound of wind, birds, and water waves around him seemed to have disappeared. Jin Huaian, who was about to walk to the roadside, suddenly raised his face and looked at the bright autumn sun. It gradually became gloomy in his sight. Large black clouds swam along the end of the sky, quickly covering the sunshine.

"What's going on?"

Jin Huaian turned around and murmured. The sky was roaring loudly. A thunder rolled across the sky. A bolt of lightning hit his eyes from the clouds and streaked across the pavilion in the distance. He heard the talented and beautiful woman who was still laughing and joking before, screaming in horror.

Huhu--

The wind was blowing, and the plants and trees along the coast were swinging wildly. The waves were swaying on the lake surface, and the splashes of two feet high were swelling. In front of the easel, the black hair was separated from the bun and stroking in the wind. Lu Liangsheng ignored the sudden changes around him. His arm was waving, and the tip of his pen still embellished the details of the scenery here on the painting.

"Young Master."

Hong Lian was worried about the painting. As a ghost who was exposed to the incense, he was quite sensitive to the magic power of the incense. The scholar over there looked at the painting with his eyes focused on it, and just said softly: "It's okay, don't worry."

However, the men and women in the pavilion in the distance were dressed in the wind, dancing in their hair, and they didn't even have time to step on their feet. The wind knocked off the stone railing and screamed in pain. Someone was holding the pavilion pillar and accidentally swept over the direction when they came. The scholar who was painting seemed to be sitting upright, still continuing to draw, and couldn't help but shout.

"That young man, go quickly, the wind is blowing!"

"... Or come here to avoid it, hey, it's so windy!!"

The man who was shouting suddenly turned and hit his companion. At this moment, a woman who was protected suddenly started to scream, with a shocked tone.

"Look, there is an old man over there!"

"It seems to be heading towards that scholar."

The others hugged each other, or pulled the stone pavilion pillar to look along the woman's gaze. In the whimpering wind, a tall old man, wearing a golden silk and green collared gown, his beard was thick and snow-white, and he slowly walked across the lake shore with his hands on his back.

After a moment, Yu Guang, a scholar who was passing by the painting, sat down on the bluestone bench next to him, put his hands off his knees, and looked at him with water vapor in his eyes.

Lu Liangsheng stopped the pen in his hand, raised his gaze, and met the other person's gaze.

"If it rains a little more, your aura will be even more strong, right, King Golden Dragon."

The old man supported his knees, leaned forward slightly, his beard gently stroked in the wind, and his mouth was grinning: "I have no job of rain, so I dare not bring rain at will. But you are destroying my temple for no reason. Why?"

"Then why do you protect the Five Gods and fool the villagers?"
Chapter completed!