Volume 1: The magnificent Qixia Mountain, the young sparrows faded their spots, the phoenixes jumped on the branches and cried Chapter 031: Ink Scale Painting
“Ghost…Ghost…”
The woman's eyes widened instantly and she clenched her teeth. Just as she screamed "Ah!", an even more shrill scream rang out in the village.
"ah--"
"Who are you!"
"The robbers are coming!"
After the shrill scream, a series of roars and shouts spread in the village. In a moment, a thatched house not far away burst into fire, illuminating the night sky.
People rushed out from house to house, but were blocked at the door by bandits with knives. They were forced to squat in the corner, and the bandits took away all the meat, rice, hidden silver and copper coins in the house. Anyone who dared to resist would be chopped down with a knife.
There was chaos in the village and several houses were set on fire. Mr. Lu came out holding a cane and tried to reason with them, but was kicked to the ground and fainted.
Lu Pan led the men in the village and fought with several bandits using hoes, sickles and other farm tools. Someone was hit by a knife and screamed while covering his shoulder. The men from his village took the opportunity to hit the bandit's head with a hoe, and blood gushed out.
On the other side, Lu Erlai rushed to Lu Liangsheng's house with several bandits. Lu Xiaoxian showed fear in her eyes and turned around and ran into the house.
"Mom, Dad!"
Li Jinhua came to her senses, rushed out of the room, and looked at the people who had already run into the yard. Naturally, she recognized the leader Lu Erlai.
She picked up a stick from the wall and protected her daughter behind her back: "If you dare to come over, I will fight you--"
Lu Laoshi also rushed out of the room. He was originally resting, but after hearing the noise, he took the hoe behind the door and hit a bandit over there.
With a bang, he was blocked by the opponent's knife and kicked in the stomach by the man. He staggered backwards and hit .
Er Lai jumped up and down in the yard: "The several hundred taels are in that room, along with many other valuables. Take them all."
Lu Erlai pointed at the open door behind the mother and daughter. The four bandits didn't even look at the fallen farmer, pushed aside Li Jinhua and the little girl who were trying to attack them, and rushed in.
They searched through boxes and cabinets for valuables. One of them looked at the scroll and reached out to take it. Suddenly, his pupils tightened and the eyes of the person in the painting turned. He was so scared that he shouted, "There is..."
A white arm stretched out from the painting, with five fingers spread out and scarlet nails pinching the bandit's face, and a sinister aura spread.
The other three bandits looked back with the silver in their arms, only to see their companion standing in front of the scroll, swaying a few times and then falling down with a bang. His face was blue, his lips were purple, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices.
In an instant, the oil lamp on the desk was suddenly lit, emitting a faint green light.
The portrait of the beauty in the painting was covered with mist...
Just at this moment.
"Don't take my brother's things!!"
Lu Xiaoxian rushed into the room anxiously, away from her fallen mother. When she reached the door, she was grabbed by Lu Erlai and held in his arms.
"Haha... follow me and go to the mountains to be a woman."
"Let go... Dad, Mom, save me!!!"
The mist in the painting suddenly turned and rushed outside. Indistinctly, Li Jinhua, Lu Xiaoxian, Lu Laoshi, the bandits, and even Lu Erlai who was flying backwards, saw a woman with a grim and terrifying face.
"Let's go!" The three bandits were so scared that their faces turned blue. They took their things and ran out of the yard quickly.
The village was still in chaos. Under the red night sky, Liu Erlong and two small bandit leaders who stayed outside on guard heard a series of footsteps from afar, and shadowy figures rushed towards them.
Not knowing whether they were soldiers or someone else, he did not dare to be careless. He quickly asked his men to blow the whistle, pulled the reins, and urged the horses to run. The bandits who heard the whistle carried chickens, ducks, and cloth, and followed their leader into the night with a good harvest.
The people from Beicun came over and saw the villagers groaning on the ground. They turned around and shouted, "Everyone, please help save people and put out the fire!!"
On the muddy road in the distance.
The sound of copper bells rang gently, coming from the end of the darkness, and in the blink of an eye it entered the range of the fire. Lu Liangsheng looked at the burning house and the villagers who were coming and going to fetch water to put out the fire.
After loosening the donkey's rope and running in, he saw Mr. Lu being laid flat on the ground, breathing weakly, with the pear wood crutch still in his hand. There was a deep cut on Lu Pan's arm, and he was sitting on a millstone getting a bandage. His face was rough and his eyes were red and wet.
Lu Liangsheng has been through a mess and has grown a lot from his experiences during this period. He has killed people with magic and can still hold on to what is happening now.
"What's going on in the village?"
"A group of bandits came to the village..."
Lu Pan held the notched hunting knife in his hand and smashed it on the millstone: "Lu Erlai led them here, Liangsheng, go home and have a look."
"Mr. Lu is almost dying..."
A shout came from the front, and Lu Liangsheng and Lu Pan hurriedly squeezed over and looked at the old man on the ground. His breath was weak, his eyes were slightly open, and he looked calmly at the people around him.
Those are his descendants.
"…The bandits are unreasonable…Don't go, and don't report to the authorities…If we can't wipe them out completely, they will come back to cause trouble…It doesn't matter if you lose some things…As long as you are still alive, as long as you are still alive…that is more important than anything else..."
The old man spoke intermittently, and looked at Lu Liangsheng in the crowd with cloudy eyes. He smiled at him and nodded.
"Liangsheng...you must have a promising future...you must have a promising future..."
Many people around burst into tears.
Lu Liangsheng stood there and closed his eyes. The Toad Taoist in the package gently reminded him, "Master knows what you are thinking. Don't do anything rash."
"Master...what is the purpose of practicing?"
The young man looked at the old man with a dazed look on the ground and bit his lip. "I feel that... no matter how high your cultivation is, if you don't use it to save the people who need to be saved, what's the difference between you and a miser who guards his money?"
Lu Pan and others nearby heard the whispered words and were stunned for a moment before seeing Lu Liangsheng had already walked over. Someone shouted, "Liangsheng, what are you doing?!" "Don't touch!"
Lu Liangsheng didn't even look at them. He squatted down, held the old man's slightly cold hand, and squeezed it tightly.
The cultivation was transferred bit by bit to activate the old man's injured chest.
The technique was a bit crude, but he had no other choice at the moment and could only try his best.
The villagers surrounding him didn't know what he was doing, but after a while, someone noticed that the old man, whose breathing was originally weak, had his stomach rising and falling back to normal.
He couldn't help but scream, and Lu Pan and others came forward and cried out in surprise.
"The old man is alive again..."
"Liang Sheng... where did you learn this skill?"
"Let me tell you, Liangsheng is a master... That night we encountered the centipede monster..."
Amid the discussions, Lu Liangsheng let go of the old man 's hand, his face covered in sweat, he staggered to his feet, silently pushed through the crowd, and returned home.
The mother was sitting under the eaves holding Lu Xiaoxian and crying. Lu Laoshi was also sitting there holding his stomach, but he was not seriously injured.
Seeing Lu Liangsheng coming back, he hurriedly went to greet him: "Liangsheng, did you encounter those bandits? Are you injured?"
"No……"
Hearing the bland answer, Li Jinhua felt relieved and cursed outside the courtyard: "It was that Lu Erlai. He almost took Xiao Xian away. If it wasn't for... if it wasn't for... the female ghost in the painting in your room..."
At this point, the woman remembered Lu Erlai who was knocked down by the female ghost.
"Where are that female ghost and Lu Erlai?"
However, Lu Liangsheng beside her just whispered: "Xiaoxian, help me grind the ink." Then he walked into the room silently, picked up the fallen ink block on the ground, and handed it to the little girl with red eyes.
He found a blank scroll, spread it out on the desk, took out a wolf-hair brush, pulled out the pen holder, and stuffed the brush tip into the centipede monster's tentacle.
He stared at the scroll for a while and asked, "Xiao Xian, how many people are there?"
The girl who was grinding the ink had not yet recovered from her fear, and her voice was still trembling.
"I don't know... I don't know... There were only four people who came in, and one died. He was dragged outside by Dad."
"That's a lot."
Lu Liangsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the tip of the pen and dipped it in the inkstone, then wrote on the white paper. He drew the pen horizontally, and with the little remaining magic power he infused into it, the pen turned green.
His arm and whole body moved along with the tip of the pen, drawing a long winding line and then he began to tremble, with red liquid flowing out of his nose and mouth little by little.
"Brother...you are bleeding..."
Lu Liangsheng just hummed and continued to paint. His mind became fuzzy. On the table, the Toad Taoist suddenly jumped up, sighed, stretched out a frog web and pressed it on the back of the hand of the disciple in front of him.
"The mana I have accumulated during this period of time has been wasted again."
The magic power flowed and passed to the young man.
The waving of his arms became faster, and the ink under the tip of the pen outlined a steep mountain, a lonely strange tree, a long winding shadow circling upwards, and his vertical pupils were coldly facing the bright moon.
The ink at the tip of the pen increases in speed.
The dark scales are densely packed and outlined on the long body.
Lu Xiaoxian, who was standing by, was so frightened by the lifelike things on the scroll that she covered her mouth and stepped back. Lu Liangsheng put down his brush, rolled up the scroll, held it in his hand, walked straight out of the room, and patted Lu Laoshi gently on the shoulder.
"Mom and Dad, go to bed early."
He pulled the old donkey out of the village, made some finger gestures, followed the yin energy echoing in the courtyard, and disappeared into the night.
