Volume 2: Miaomiao Scholar, indignant as a mountain, smashes the throne room Chapter 056 Sunshine, Tea, and Scholars
The skirts blew up a cold wind, and people and horses were tossed to and fro. The little girls could be heard moaning and whimpering. They quickly formed a team, and the figure on the pony drew his weapon.
Keep a close eye on the footsteps moving in front of the desk.
He raised his arm and pointed the tip of the sword: "Oh, oh, oh..."
The buzzing was like the sound of mosquitoes, and the pony started to gallop. The chariots behind it shook the reins and followed closely behind. Hundreds and thousands of tiny human soldiers, holding weapons and flags, ran wildly.
It passed over the screen and across the bed, like peas scattered on the ground, rolling across the smooth floor.
...嘤嘤!
Oh…
“There are mosquitoes so early?”
In front of the desk, Lu Liangsheng put down the book, looked around, turned and walked to the bookshelf. The little man rushing towards him raised his head and lowered his steps, like a mountain covering his head and blocking his view.
There was only time for him to let out a final "ah..." before the huge sole of the shoe fell down.
There was an imperceptible 'pop' sound.
After a moment, he lifted his shoe sole and walked towards the bookshelf not far away. A group of young people were charging towards him. They looked at the pile of rotten meat on the ground, and were so frightened that they turned around and shouted to their companions to evacuate.
As I retreated, the sunlight cast patches of light on the floor. A dark purple figure curled up in a heap, closing his eyes and enjoying this leisure time.
I am really getting more and more lazy...Looking back at the past, I was so majestic...
However, the people here can improve their cultivation, no wonder some people are interested in this place.
It's a pity that my demon pill has not been repaired yet, so it's not very useful, but it tastes good...
Occasionally in my dreams, the past dreams would come back to me. I would stand on the top of a mountain that was like a cloud, looking around with disdain. Looking at the expressions of those monks who did not dare to approach me, I could not help but twitch the corners of my mouth and laugh.
Then he opened his mouth and yawned.
Oh, oh, oh…
Groups of pea-sized figures spread across the ground, retreating in panic. A fishy wind blew, and the little people looked back. A huge black mouth suddenly appeared and closed, and more than a thousand little people seemed to have a hole bitten in it.
The toad in the light spot opened its eyes and smacked its lips.
"It seems like this old man ate something... huh?!"
His eyes slid around, and he saw a group of villains in front of him running around in panic, like mice that couldn't find their holes, bumping into walls everywhere. The corners of Toad Taoist's mouth cracked into a smile, "Haha... There are so many of them here."
Immediately, he stretched out his long tongue, rolled up the gourd hanging at the end of the bed, and held it in his arms, laughing loudly, and ran on the ground with his short legs, rolling out his tongue continuously, rolling the little man through his webbed feet, and stuffing him into the gourd.
Lu Liangsheng took a piece of ink and prepared to grind it, then looked back and saw the Toad Taoist holding the big gourd, his mouth opened excitedly, his long tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth and swinging backwards, and in the blink of an eye he had crawled under the bed.
"Where are you going, Master? You are so happy?"
Lu Liangsheng put down the ink block and walked to the bedside with some curiosity. He bent down to take a look a voice suddenly called out respectfully in the yard, "Mr. Lu, it's time to eat. The master is waiting for you in the front yard."
"Sir, go eat. I'll clean up the room." Nie Honglian folded a few scholar's robes and put them in the closet. Looking back, Lu Liangsheng lit three incense sticks and inserted them in front of her scroll, saying with a smile, "Let's eat together."
Hong Lian smiled, bowed to him, stood in the shadows and watched the scholar leave the house.
The servant standing in the yard was the one who led Lu Liangsheng last night. Even though it was a hot day, there was always a chill in this side yard, and the wind that blew from time to time was a bit chilly. Thinking that he was standing at the place where the water-spraying old woman turned into a pool of clear water, he could not help but shivering.
"An expert is an expert... He can stay in a place like this at will."
After muttering a few words, the door on the stone steps opened. Seeing a familiar-looking scholar coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and followed behind him, nodding and bowing.
"Mr. Lu, lunch is ready and the lady is here too."
Lu Liangsheng waved his sleeves lightly and walked in front with a smile on his face, probably understanding what it meant.
"It's just a piece of cake. There's no need to go through so much trouble."
"How can it be a piece of cake? Last night, the young master just drew it casually, and the ink line flew up. If I hadn't been knowledgeable and courageous, I would have been scared to death..."
Never hit a smiling person. Flattering words always make people feel comfortable. The servant's words are naturally pleasing and cannot be hated.
Walking all the way to the living room in the front yard, there was indeed a table full of sumptuous dishes. There was also a woman accompanying the old man. Originally, it was not convenient for a woman to show her face in public, but now with her husband's approval, she came out to express her gratitude.
Not to mention the life-saving grace, just driving away the old woman who was spraying water outside her daughter's room was already a great favor to her. Lu Liangsheng naturally would not really let the woman kowtow to thank him. He raised his hands in the air and said some comforting words before Mrs. Zhou left.
The old and young who were left didn't actually talk much. Firstly, there was a generation gap in age, and secondly, because of Lu Liangsheng's magical powers, the old man was somewhat cautious about what to say, and finally he had to turn the topic to his daughter Zhou Rong's illness.
"Mr. Zhou, the torture your daughter is suffering is actually caused by a spirit that is forced to get anxious and has a tendency to burrow into her ears. It keeps talking in her head day and night..."
"Little man?"
Zhou Zhen put down his chopsticks and suddenly thought of the book he had given to Lu Liangsheng before: "This kind of spirit was mentioned in the "Illustrated Records of Mountains and Seas" that I gave to Yu Liangsheng yesterday. I thought it was just some weird things written by some idle scholars... I didn't expect it to really exist."
Is that recorded in the book?
The scholar opposite the old man was a little excited. He had little experience in this area, and coming out to take the exam, reading more books would also help him accumulate knowledge. He remained calm on the surface and chatted with the old man, but in fact he could not sit still.
"It seems that Liangsheng hasn't read the book yet."
Although he was curious about the scholar's special skills, he was still an eighteen-year-old youth after all, with too little experience. Even if he showed no emotion on his face, the look in his eyes could not escape the old man's observation.
After looking at the scholar for a while, Zhou Zhen said, "Liangsheng, although magic is a good path, you should not give up your studies. After this matter is over, you must study harder."
On the opposite side, Lu Liangsheng did not shy away and nodded frankly.
"Well, the person behind the scenes should be here tonight. After dealing with this matter, Liangsheng should study hard."
They chatted for a while during the meal. After finishing the meal, Lu Liangsheng walked through the mottled shade of the trees in the courtyard in one breath, returned to the side yard, found the Atlas of Mountains and Seas, smiled, clapped his hands, and walked under the eaves outside the house.
He turned sideways towards the house, waved his wide sleeves, and a chair and a low table flew out, landing just where the sunlight shone. He then walked out with some tea.
Know...know...
Know……
A cool breeze blew, and the branches and leaves hanging over the courtyard wall swayed gently. The summer cicadas lay on the swaying treetops and chirped one after another. In the dog shed in the distance, a big black dog lay on the ground, squinting his eyes and yawning listlessly.
The scholar, dressed in a green robe, held the scroll in his hands, carefully savoring the bizarre scenes, monsters and ferocious beasts written on it. Soon, he set up the painting scroll, ground the ink, and according to the description in the book, he put down his pen. Occasionally, he reached out his hand, took the brewed tea beside him and took a sip.
Like a painting.
