"Wen Hou, get up quickly, don't be so polite."

Lu Liangsheng was naturally familiar with the figure bowing in front of him. It was Wen Hou Lu Bu, one of the Yin Gods he had enthroned, who had been resurrected. How many other Yin Gods have been resurrected?

While thinking, his hands were not slow. In the eyes of the thick man next to him with a big shoulder and a round waist, he came over to help Lu Bu up, and the latter looked at the scholar in front of him and was quite excited.

"The national teacher, after leaving that year, thousands of years have passed, and I never thought that I could still remember Lu Bu."

"Haha...Wen Hou said nothing? If it weren't for you back then, I would have been alone. Let's stop the past for now, and follow me to the courtyard to reminisce about the past."

Lu Liangsheng gave in and invited Lu Bu to move forward together. The man with a round head and face beside him blinked, full of doubts. Seeing that Lu Bu was not only familiar with the young man, he felt a little panicked. He hurriedly followed and ran to the other side, and asked in a voice: "Wen Hou, when is this happening, why don't I know?"

"You don't know much."

Lu Bu patted his shoulder, laughed twice, and quickly threw the man behind him and walked to the gate of the courtyard. As soon as he entered the yard, he looked at the pavilions around him, and admired him much more comfortable than the birdcage houses in the city. Then, when he saw Cao Cao looking at his back to the side of his face in the corner of the courtyard, he casually bowed his hands, saying hello.

No matter whether it is in the past life or now, he doesn’t have much affection for Cao Cao. Even if he is in the same camp, he can only be regarded as a nodding friend.

Under the eaves, Lu Liangsheng waved his sleeves and flew over the chairs placed everywhere, and fell side by side under the eaves. The small round table raised steaming tea, spread his hands, invited Lu Bu, and the round-faced man who followed behind and looked around.

"Wen Hou, sit down here."

As he said that, he bowed to the man he had never seen before: "I haven't asked for your name yet."

The fat man who was looking around heard the words, and before he could come back to his senses, Lu Bu pushed his elbow with his elbow, quickly picked up his fist and arched his chin, with a solemn expression.

"I am General Pan Feng!"

"Uh...Pan...Pang...Pang, please sit down." Lu Liangsheng smiled at him, reached out and made a gesture of invitation. It didn't matter whether he could think of who it was. He called the Taoist there and Cao Cao over, exchanged a few greetings, and then talked about the serious matter.

"Wen Hou, I have heard Wuhu City God Xu Sheng say, "You have been resurrected, far away in the northwest, why are you here now?"

Lu Bu looked at the man named Pan Feng and Cao Cao on the side. Seeing that both of them were drinking tea and not talking, or looking through their phones, he chuckled twice and took a sip of tea: "This matter is a bit long to say..." He closed his eyes, as if he was organizing words, and paused for a moment before he took it back.

"............ The national master ascended to the fairy world. Although there were no more gods on earth, they could still influence the lower world. In the later dynasties, we were not protected by some of the god positions. So we simply took the god positions and ran back to the insult to continue to be the ghost king. More than a thousand years later, someone used a demon star to awaken our bodies and also attracted the soul to resurrect, so we settled down in this era."

"Who is that person?"

Lu Liangsheng frowned and put down the teacup: "Who is that person?"

"If the national teacher wants to see him, Lu Bu will introduce him later."

When he said this, the scholar pursed his lips tightly. He could not hear that Lu Bu was deliberately protecting the other party, and even had a vague suspicion of protection. It was probably because of the demon star that he had been his responsibility to eradicate the demon star. Now, these Yin Gods have been resurrected by the demon star. How could they be willing to return to the underworld to be a lonely ghost?

"National Master, I hope to understand." Lu Bu looked at the flashing emotions in Lu Liangsheng's eyes, and naturally understood the meaning of it. Then, he laughed and turned the conversation apart.

"When the national master came back, the group of Yin Gods and many brothers were not aware of it. Pan Wushuang called everywhere, probably because he was taking weapons and preparing to come from the northwest."

Over there, the round-headed and round-faced head looked around, then retracted, muttering: "How could I know you know me?"

After murmuring, he suddenly realized that what the two of them were talking about, the more they heard, the more confused they became. He pushed Cao Cao on the side with his elbow, and the latter also had confused eyes.

"Ask me, who do you want to ask?"

"Hey...who are you scolding!"

The two almost started fighting after a disagreement. On this side, Lu Liangsheng looked at Wen Hou Lu Bu opposite him, and continued to say something just now. Hearing that there were other people in the northwest, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Who else is there?"

The two men who pushed each other stopped and turned around and looked straight at Lu Bu. The latter ignored them. In fact, there was nothing that could not be said about such things, but it was somewhat horrifying for those who had never experienced these.

"The national tutor, Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, and Guan Yu are still there."

Without talking about other Yin Gods, it means that they have been reincarnated or are still the ghost king in the Yin Palace. Lu Liangsheng nodded and stopped asking. It would be good to be able to live again. He should be happy for them. After thinking about it, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Bu's wrist, and his magic power penetrated his skin and penetrated it inside. But he felt it was his exhausted body, his blood vessels and flesh, and his flesh appeared dead, without any vitality at all.

"National Master, what do you mean?" Lu Bu was still holding his wrist, his tone a little surprised.

Lu Liangsheng withdrew his hand expressionlessly and didn't know how to answer for a while. This was the first time he had encountered such a look that was no different from an ordinary person, and even had body temperature, but it was rotten inside. He was already dead, not as a living dead or a zombie.

It's really strange.

"It's nothing. I'm very happy that Wen Hou and the other three can return to the world."

The night fell and became deeper. He pulled Wen Hou, Cao Cao, Pan Feng and the others until late at night. When the Toad Taoist and Sun Yingxian yawned, the three of them said goodbye and left. Lu Liangsheng sent them out of the yard, walked through the long alley, watched them get into a car and drove away before returning to the yard.

As for whether Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, Zhao Fei and others will come, Lu Liangsheng didn't think much about it. He would come here and have a good hospitality. The only thing he cares about is the City God Zhou Yu. If he could convince the rest of the City God to help, he could return to Qixia Mountain.

Thinking of it, he took off his robe, raised his hand and fanned the lamp. The light went out, and the scholar lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

After that, I still got up early and walked to the river to watch people playing chess. When I was free, I went to the library to spend the whole day with my textbooks.

When there was a teacher's sick leave, he gave a class on his behalf and taught students a few ancient Chinese lessons. His life was leisurely. He would occasionally bring his master, Taoist, and Rouge to walk around and take a look at the old donkey, and condition the demon pills for Rouge.

However, one thing that made Lu Liangsheng a headache was that wherever Taoist Toad would buy some figures and pile up the physics. Later, he simply bought several glass cabinets, placed them all in, and opened up and down several layers inside, placed the stairs, locked himself in it for no reason, walked up and down, and even placed the small bed in it to sleep.

In Sun Yingxian's words, this was the sequelae of the First Emperor. He almost put a coffin in, which caused the toad Taoist to curse, picked up the purple gold gourd and chased him all over the yard, stepping on the ground with yellow leaves.
Chapter completed!