"Shiyi of the Nanshui" records that talismans are carved with magic arrays, and one of the magic tools used to seal evil things. Ordinary folk monks can also soak them in black dog blood to restrain corpses and monsters. They are also used on people, which can block the magic power of people in the practice of Taoism. Over time, it will cause great consequences for the subsequent practice.

Seeing two talisman nails falling from the disciple's scapula, even the saint was angry, let alone Lu Liangsheng?

More than a dozen disciples, heads of the Canglan Sword Sect, and elders around him looked at the giant rocks stretching out their palms and squeezed out blood. After a while, they came to their senses.

"Uncle Ren will not die, right?"

"That guy not only knows how to master swordsmanship, this should be the method of the Five Elements."

"Avenge your uncle!"

"Junior brother, wait for the leader to speak."

"Hey, look, Iwalber moves again."

In the buzzing noise, Wei Huang was pulling out the Shenxiao in his hand. A voice shouted on the side. Looking at him, he saw the giant hand standing towards the sky suddenly shook, and the tightly closed rock fingers loosened, with a loud bang, and a figure inside rushed out with a blood line. The fastest update is:

"Ahhhhh"

It was like a fierce tiger coming out of the cage, letting Yin and Yang clothes be damaged, and scarlet footprints fell on the ground. He leaned over and kicked. He lit up his sword in his right arm, rolled up thunder, and a clear blue-white lightning light was emitted in the air.

Lu Liangsheng pressed the apprentice who wanted to get up, and gently brushed his sleeves of the robe. Yuelong hanging beside him instantly turned into a stream of light.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere, and a shrill scream accompanied by a piece of arms lifted into the sky.

"Ah! My hand!"

The figure rushed to the ground, letting Yin and Yang cover their bloody right shoulder roll and scream, but the red light in their eyes became more and more powerful. Lu Liangsheng stepped over and grabbed it from the air. He pulled out a red breath and sank it into his body along his palm.

"Your Excellency? Please let go of my junior brother!"

Wei Huang, who was not sure what he meant, thought Lu Liangsheng was going to do. He pulled out Shenxiao and rushed forward, and the elder in the door behind him followed closely behind. He scolded sternly: "Stop!"

Wei Huang, who was walking in front, raised his hand and told the two elders not to be reckless. He held the hilt of the sword and walked forward. He stopped about ten steps away. He lowered his head and kept his fists in front.

"Your Excellency, if my junior brother is wrong, should I hand it over to my own sect to deal with it? Please give it a favor."

"Take your hands high?"

The scholar who lowered his head and closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes. The wind blew across his cheeks, and a strand of white hair shook gently on his forehead. He raised his gaze to look at the three people opposite him, "My apprentice, can you raise your hands? The talisman sealing the sea of ​​Qi and magic power, can you tell that the time will be long? It will cause great damage to his practice and it will be difficult for him to improve in the future? I, Lu Liangsheng, couldn't bear to beat his disciple, but I asked you to beat him."

"There is indeed a misunderstanding in this matter."

Seeing that things were involved, Wei Huang was unable to plead for mistakes. He sighed and clasped his fists again: "My junior brother's temperament has changed a lot. It is difficult to defend himself by using lynching, but his original intention was to beg for me, Canglan Mountain lineage, as the head of the sect, he wanted to plead for him, not to mention that this matter was caused by a misunderstanding between your disciple and my little girl."

"I'm afraid it's not stopping!"

Lu Liangsheng is no longer a scholar who knew nothing back then. He can see the essence of this kind of thing at a glance and snorts coldly.

"As the head of the sect, you can't restrain your junior brother. How can you leave this responsibility clean?"

As the two of them spoke, Ren Yin and Yang, who were covering their broken arms, suddenly opened their eyes.

‘It’s now!’

He stopped screaming, and his remaining arm spread out his five fingers and slapped the ground, and a stream of white smoke rose. Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and waved the wind, and there was no figure of that person on the ground.

"run?"

Lu Liangsheng pinched his finger and pressed the floating Yuelong. Wei Huang's words suddenly sounded opposite him: "Your Excellency, the disciples in the sect will be captured!"

As he said that, the elders on both sides and more than ten disciples of Canglan Sword Sect nodded and followed, picked up their weapons and ran, crossed Lu Liangsheng on the other side of the mountain gate, and rushed straight to the foot of the mountain.

One step and one step of the stone stairs meandered in dense forests. With a crisp sound of birds, a steep slope at the foot of the mountain below was slowly rising. Shelong sat on the big bluestone and frowned and looked around. Three scholars lay on the ground and blew the piles of dead branches. In the distance, Zhao Tang walked out of the forest with a pile of firewood and threw the dead leaves in his arms to the ground.

"You shit with this stick! How can you burn it so long!"

Ma Liu, who was holding a pot, saw him squatting down with a long stick, and reached out to knock on him. The latter squatted on the ground and covered his forehead, and took a step back.

"Of course, it's a fire stick. If you poke it down, it will be spacious inside. If you can get wind, the fire will be big. You don't understand this?"

Ruddy

As Zhao Tang spoke, he suddenly remembered a slight noise. Shelong, who was sitting on the bluestone, opened his eyes, grabbed the knife at his waist and stood up. A figure emerged from the grass, which scared the four scholars.

The man's robe was stained with blood, his right shoulder was flat, his arms were empty, his face was as white as white paper, and he saw that he had lost too much blood. When he saw the people here, he stumbled and opened his mouth weakly.

"Can you stop the bleeding for me?"

Seeing that it was an old man full of blood, Shelong was too lazy to pay attention to it and sat back, but he stared at the other party vigilantly. The four people there, look at me, and look at you, and don’t know what to do for a moment.

"This man was so seriously injured. Could it be that he had encountered a wild beast in the mountains?"

"Don't you think it's a bit strange that such a person suddenly popped up?"

"You can't stop saving me when you die, right?"

"There are some externally applied medicines in the bag, I'll get them!"

Four scholars gathered together, buried their heads and muttered for a moment. Zhang Ti raised his head and looked at the extremely weak old man, and then buried his head back: "It's just an old man. Isn't we just reading the books of sages to help the poor and help the poor? How can such a good opportunity be wasted in vain? The national teacher can also look up to me and the four of us at a high glance!"

After discussing for a while, the other three nodded in agreement. Wang Feng hurried to get the bag. Zhao Tang and two other brothers stepped forward and helped the one-armed old man over and sat down.

"You are always happy to rest, don't move around, the mountains are high and the rocks are slippery." Zhao Tang whispered, and saw that the wounded medicine had not been sent, he hurriedly shouted to Wang Feng over there, "Have you found it?"

The moment he turned around and helped, the swinging stick swung out of the semicircle. Ren Yin and Yang, who were sitting weakly on the stone, heard the whistling sound, raised his face, and the shadow of the stick was reflected in his eyes.

"Your mother"

Ren Yin and Yang, who had finally taken the opportunity to escape, sat there and couldn't help but curse. The crisp sound of the stick was directly on his face, his extremely weak body swayed, and he leaned back and fell to the hillside.

As if he felt something was hit, Zhao Tang raised his long stick and turned around. The stone was empty, and there was no trace of an old man.

Ma Liu and Zhang Ti stood on both sides of the stone, their eyes were dull at this moment, and the corners of their mouths were twitching slightly.

"The medicine is coming, are you applying it to the old man soon?" Wang Feng came over with the medicine box. Seeing that there was no old man on the stone, he glanced at the three of them suspiciously. Ma Liu there, Zhang Ti slowly raised his hand, pointed to the slope, and stuttered his face, "The person was swept down by Zhao Tang with a stick."

"I don't think about it either." Zhao Tang was also quite aggrieved and looked at the stick in his hand.

"Oh hey!"

Wang Feng hurriedly put the medicine box, lay down on the slope and looked down. The lush branches below were hung with a tattered blood-stained robe floating in the wind. In the cracks of the rocks a little further away, he vaguely saw his shirtless figure clamped inside, and he was no longer moving.

"You did a good thing!" Wang Feng stood up and yelled at Zhao Tang, who was still confused, and then turned to Shelong, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side: "Why don't you help me continue?"

Shelong opened his eyes, glanced down, and then closed it again.

"It's not my business."

Before the four of them could discuss what to do, a group of people rushed down from the mountain not far away, followed the energy to the steep slope, and found that they were stuck in the cracks of the rocks under the slope. They hurried down a few people, and within a moment, a loud shout from someone came from them.
Chapter completed!