"That's all about the story, are you satisfied with it?"

"What happened later?"

"It's just behind. After the demon star was finished, you don't even tell where the national master went. There is no such thing as the story of telling stories. It's not as good as the story of the fox being next door to the village, and the story of cooking porridge for farmers every day is nice."

At dusk, along the ridge, landed on the dilapidated eaves, hanging under a few strings of dried vegetables, and several children gathered together. Looking at the low stool under the eaves, an old man in gray robe was a little dissatisfied with the story, shouting in a whisper. One of the little girls with small braids blinked and asked timidly:

"Grandpa, then...will that national master finally become a god?"

Hahaha...

The old man took a sip of cold water, put the missing pottery bowl on the ground, looked at the little girl, nodded, "How to do it." He looked at the children around him, patted their heads, got up from the ground, walked to the wall of the fence, led an old donkey tied there, and thanked the owner of the house.

"Master, thank you for the water. I put the bowl under the eaves. I'm saying goodbye."

When a group of children heard that the old man was about to leave, they immediately took back their dissatisfaction, flocked to them and followed them, pulling the corner of the old man's robe and shaking it gently.

"Grandpa, you drink some more water." "Or what if I ask my mother to make a bed for you and sleep at my house."

“My house can do it too.”

"Well, my dad doesn't say anything."

In the room there, the woman came out and waved her hand and shouted the children to disperse, saying, "Don't block the old man's way." "It's getting late, hurry up and go home."

Dispel a group of naughty children, then turned around. The old man looked like an old pedan. He raised his sleeve and bowed to her, turned up the old donkey and sat down, patted the donkey's head, and slowly left along the path at the door in the red glow.

"What a weird old man." The woman murmured softly, shook her head and turned back to take the pottery bowl on the ground under the eaves. The bells inside sounded softly, and several copper pieces were tilted and overlapping. "This... just drink a little water and give the money..."

I chased to the entrance of the yard, and there was a donkey on the path. When the sun shone down, the bronze ringtone of the "ding ding dangdang" faintly came from a distance.

"Going so fast?!"

Step on...Dingdingding...

The old donkey swayed with four hooves and fell down again, walking through the gurgling wooden bridge of the stream, happily swinging the copper bells between his neck. The evening breeze blew, and the trees rustled gently. The old man sitting on the back of the donkey hung a seven-horned bronze mirror on his waist. He was watching the book in the sunset. The snow-white beard gradually fell off on his face, and his pale hair bun turned blue and black again in the sunlight, wrinkles dissipated, and his skin turned into his youthful appearance again.

Sitting on the back of the donkey, a picture of a scholar riding a donkey slowly unfolding.

Not far away, a wisp of green smoke turned into a figure, and her embroidered shoes gently stepped across the green grass. Nie Honglian squatted over to the blooming wild flowers, leaned over and smelled it lightly. For a moment, her beautiful eyes were like a moon bend, and she burst out of a dimples and ran forward, stretched out her arms, her skirt flew, and she smiled with a nice sound.

Hearing the silver bell chuckled, Lu Liangsheng raised his gaze from the pages, looked at the woman in front of him, and chuckled.

"Hong Lian still hasn't changed from before."

The bookshelf placed on the donkey's buttocks, and while speaking, the small door under the shelf opened, two short legs stretched out and hung outside the edge of the door. In front of the gourd, a toad in a floral robe leaned against it, lit a pipe, clicked out a mouthful of white cigarette, and spat out a mouthful of water.

"I've become an old girl, and I haven't changed yet."

In front, the old donkey turned around and hissed, as if he was echoing the toad's words, carrying Lu Liangsheng leisurely across the country road.

Soon, the village where smoke was surrounded by the twilight sunset was gradually covered by the mountains. This time, I returned to Qixia Mountain, which was over the Yangtze River and was only more than a hundred miles away from Hegu County. After coming out of Wujiang Mountain, I also passed by Chang'an. The city walls were reinforced and repaired, and the road to the Western Regions was complicated. I looked at the "Sui" flag floating on the city tower from afar. Lu Liangsheng still did not step into the city. He only asked about His Majesty's current health and chose to leave. After returning home and seeing how the Grand Canal was built back then, maybe he would enter the capital at that time. When I met Yang Guang, the emperor must have been old.

The sky gradually darkened.

The stars and moon hang on the night sky, and the undulating mountains are in the dark night, like a female beast with shadows, and sometimes a few wolf howls come from time to time.

In the past village, there was another barren mountain. Lu Liang gave birth to a donkey's back and walked into a bamboo forest ahead with the reins. The green green bamboos stretched around in clusters. In the night wind, leaves fell on their shoulders and feet.

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"Master, let's stay here for the time being tonight."

Lu Liangsheng waved his sleeves and swept away the wind blew the bamboo leaves on the ground out of a clean place, threw the blanket, and put the bookshelf aside. Soon, he raised a bonfire and set up a small pot, and cooked it.

"Young Master, I will go and find some firewood."

Hong Lian floated to the forest, and the bookshelf creaked. Taoist Toad changed his clothes and came out with his hands behind his back. He sat next to the fire. The rice pot turned his head and looked at his apprentice who was looking through the pages of the book with the fire.

"Why have you been so slow in the past two days? I'm a little afraid to go back?"

The cold moonlight shone down from the gaps of the swaying green bamboos above, and the surrounding bamboo forests rustled softly in the wind. The scholar who turned a page over there said, "hmming" and his eyes stayed on the paper, as if he was reading a book or thinking about a problem.

After a while, Hong Lian came back with a few dry bamboos on the other side. Lu Liangsheng just spoke.

"Twenty years have passed, I don't know what happened to my parents and the others... and Xiaoxian and Lao Sun."

It was a little cold in spring nights. The toad stretched out its webbing to keep warm by the fire, rubbed the frog's webbing and hummed.

"You went to heaven and didn't feel how time passed by little by little. I was worried, why didn't you ask me about being a teacher? How did you come here after being guarded in the mountains for the past twenty years?"

Lu Liangsheng smiled and raised his face: "How did the master come here?"

"It's eaten!" On the other side, Hong Lian from Tian Chai chuckled and said first.

snort!

Taoist Toad stared at her, picked up her webbing and turned to one direction, causing the old donkey beside her to grin and whisper, becoming lively. The long night gradually passed by the swaying fire and the fragrant rice porridge. When the fish belly was rising in the east, the bonfire was extinguished and the bookshelf was re-placed on the donkey's back.

After packing his luggage, Lu Liangsheng didn't hold the donkey, let it follow him, and patted the bronze mirror on his waist, "Tuoer, we're back to Qixia Mountain."

He said softly, the seven-horned bronze mirror hanging around his waist buzzed and shook twice. The toad with his legs raised in the compartment turned his head and knocked on the cigarette pole, shaking out the ash inside. "Look, Tuo'er was so excited. Speaking of which, I haven't seen the beautiful scenery of Qixia Mountain for a long time, and I miss the thatched cottage in the mountain."

Hong Lian floated above the old donkey, then descended, fell to Lu Liangsheng, put his arm on and turned around and made a face.

"Master Toad is afraid he misses his aunt's meal, well... Maybe he still misses the white hen at home."

"You little girl!"

Taoist Toad bulged his cheeks and simply tightened the small compartment. The door of the sliver came into contact with him. He walked out of the bamboo forest and looked out from the gentle slope. He could vaguely see the official Tao. However, the bronze mirror on Lu Liangsheng's waist was still shaking, and then a sound came out.

"Master, there is evil spirit, and there are still people doing it."
Chapter completed!