The clear moon is in the sky.

The night wind blew across the long street, and the mist on the ground surged. At the time of Hai, there were not many pedestrians on the street. The vendors at the night stalls packed up their stalls and left in a hurry. The mist was filled with mist, and a lantern was lit with fire, coming towards this side.

Dongdongdongdongdong

"Be careful of the candles, close the doors and windows to prevent thieves, Wang Sheng next door"

Dongdong

The thin mist, the figure of the Knights came slowly from the end of the street. The lantern inserted into the back of the neck swayed gently. Occasionally, a barking sounded in the distance. The steps stopped, and raised the lantern and looked towards the street not far ahead.

The fire suddenly shook in the paper cage, showing the Taoist's body wading there side by side, scaring people trembled a few times, and saw the lying person, the smaller figure raised his face, looked at him, and then continued to lay his head.

The slight rustling sound of writing and snoring.

The fighter immediately breathed a sigh of relief and looked back while walking.

"My mother can scare me to death. She is still on the street in the middle of the night. Beware that the evil ghosts in Fulefang will take you."

The words of cursing disappeared into the fog as they beaten.

The ethereal sound of the buzzing buzz vaguely sounded in the distance. Lu Liangsheng straightened up, rubbed his dry eyes, picked up the spread paper on the ground, and blew the ink that had not yet dried.

Based on the moonlight and the eyesight, I finally imitated the model essay and wrote the conflict between the village and Beicun clearly. Fortunately, I have read Nanshui Shiyi and Qinghuai Bu Meng before. In addition to magic, there are mostly short stories about the origin of magic.

By imitating the above description, you can also explain the whole story clearly. This is Lu Liangsheng's greatest effort.

After folding the paper and putting it in his arms, he remembered the toad Taoist in the package. Lu Pan and others snore, Lu Liangsheng gently opened the bag.

"Master" he whispered, and then took a look at the eight men who were asleep there.

After a while, I didn't see the toad react. I thought I was asleep, so I closed the pocket, let out a light exclamation, reached out and grabbed something from the package.

Lu Liangsheng came out of the street and took advantage of the moonlight to spread his palm. He was more than an inch sharp and hard object, which was blue and black. When he gently stroked his fingertips, he could feel fine and dense particles on it, while the other end was wider and had a clear break.

"When did I have this thing?"

"It was the thing on the head of the little demon last night that was cut off by the inscription of the mountain god. If it were the master, how could such monsters be allowed to do anything wrong?"

Lu Liangsheng heard a familiar voice and turned around. The Toad Taoist stood there with his webbeds on his back, slowly walked out of the package, looking at the foreign object in the boy's hand.

He turned his head again and looked at the cold moon in the sky.

"The things on this little demon are so useless, but you can use them."

"How do you use this monster?"

The toad raised the frog's webbing and pointed to the brush that Lu Liangsheng placed on the ground: "It can also be used as a pen holder."

The boy sitting by the street looked at the corner of the centipede's head in his hand, thinking about something.

"Master, this is what you said about the strange fate that day, right?"

"I can see through it and say it thoroughly!" The toad had two webbeds on his back, shook his head, but cursed in his heart: If I knew that there was such a strange fate, I wouldn't call the centipede demon, which made me look dirty.

Immediately, Taoist Zixing posed for a toad face.

"Stop these words."

The topic changed: "When you enter the foundation building, I will teach you how to refine weapons for your teacher."

"The raindrops fall on the eaves and the cold wind is shrouded in a roar. I look at my father crying in the distance and my heartbroken kindness will never end."

The voice gradually became smaller. Lu Liangsheng, who was waiting for him to speak, was about to open his mouth, frowned slightly, and looked at the end of the long street, "It seemed like someone was singing an opera just now."

The mist was everywhere, and in the night wind, a faint opera sensation floated faintly, mixed with the sound of cymbals, gongs and drums echoed in the empty streets. At this time, the lights were already bright, and the houses were soon extinguished.

"Baochai's jade beads are covered with colorful clothes on her head, and she opens her voice. She can't tell her a song about Wanbin and Gaopeng."

Ah, the singing was so sad that Lu Liangsheng felt goose bumps all over his body.

"Master sang so sadly in the middle of the night. Isn't that a woman can't tell me any pain in her heart, right?"

Next to it, Taoist Toad just snorted, as if he was not interested in the source of the opera. Just as he was about to say the previous words, the faint opera suddenly changed.

"How could Chen Lang be sure that a scholar who was a scholar who was half a foot of red diamond was buried in his slave body, maggots were absorbing blood from slaves under the mud, and who knew the inscription on the mud?"

The tone was cold and a gust of wind blew.

Lu Liangsheng stood up, and the coldness disappeared again. However, the eight strong men who were sleeping there were subconsciously hugging their arms and rubbing them a few times, thinking that they felt cold.

The Taoist Zixing looked at them and looked in a certain direction.

"Hmph, I want to be a master in this world for many years, and I have never seen any monsters and monsters. Such ghosts and monsters are worthy of being against me."

While talking about this, Lu Pan's voice sounded: "Liangsheng, why are you not sleeping yet?"

Before the toad was finished speaking with her webbed hands, Lu Liangsheng suddenly pressed her down, and her limbs were spread apart and stuck to the ground.

The boy turned around and smiled and said, "Just go to bed, I just finished writing."

"Then you should rest quickly. If it's cold, squeeze into the middle." Lu Pan hugged the short jacket covered with his body, shrank his arms, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Lu Liangsheng let go of his hand, and the toad jumped up, widening his toad eyes in anger.

"Please press as a teacher to try again"

There was another noise under the wall over there, and someone sat up. Lu Liangsheng quickly reached out and pressed it. The toad's voice stopped abruptly and pressed against the ground.

Zixing Taoist face was pressed against the ground, and his face was deformed.

"Sad disciple"

Lu Qing walked to the street in a daze, untied the tie of his pants, and heard a rustling sound of water, shivered and shook his body before lying back.

The long street quieted, and the dark and gloomy opera before also disappeared. From a distance, there were sounds of dog barking and whistling.

The boy raised his palm, and the toad pressing below did not move. Lu Liangsheng touched it with his hand and was opened by the lying Zixing Taoist.

"Don't bother me!"

He got up and strode towards the parcel with anger.

"I haven't finished speaking. I'm either interrupted or interrupted or rubbed by you, a villain, on the ground. I'm not playing anymore!"

Stepping into the package, covering the bag: "Don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep for you."

Lu Liangsheng didn't know where he offended his master, but he didn't bother him. He sat next to the package and leaned against the wall thinking about some things, including the opera he had just heard. As he thought about it, he fell asleep.

At dawn the next day, a group of nine people were woken up by the street patrol officers and even scolded him. Facing the people from the government office, Lu Pan and others could not act like arbitrary. After nodding repeatedly, they pulled Lu Liangsheng away, went to the nearby streets and alleys to find a well water to prepare for washing, but the well was surrounded by people.

He whispered something, his face evasively.

"Did you hear it last night?"

"I heard it, my family said it before. I don't believe it. There is such a sound, it's so scary."

"I slept all night with my head covered, but I didn't dare to stretch out the slightest bit."

"What are they saying? What was the sound last night?" Lu Pan and others, who were standing not far away waiting to fetch water, looked at each other, all looking at each other with a confused look on their faces.

At this moment, a figure ran in at the entrance of the alley and waved at the crowd.

"I just heard the news that Chen Yuanwai's family has died again, and everyone from the yamen has gone."

Now the people who were talking were blown up and didn't even slap water, and they gathered together to discuss.

On this side, the nine people had something to do, but it was not their own business. Just listen. They dredged the well water, scrubbed it a few times, rinsed their mouths, and then walked to the yamen.

After arriving, Lu Pan took the paper from the boy's arms, but he couldn't understand it. Anyway, it was the dense handwriting, which looked very beautiful. Moreover, Liang Sheng was a nephew and from the same village, so he could naturally trust it.

The complaint was handed over to the guardian. The other party took it and looked at it, nodding: "The word is good, but you have put it on this paper, and it will be a little bit uncommon for a while."

The heavy footsteps suddenly sounded behind the officer, and the two guarding the gate quickly retreated to both sides, raised their chests, and stood straight.

The figure in a soapy green close-fitting robe dragged a cloak out of the yamen, covered with brown leather armor, and a slender sword with black shark skin around her waist. She walked down the stone steps step by step. She didn't even look at Lu Liangsheng and others standing next to her, stepped on the horse led by the service, and turned over directly. Behind her, there were two majestic long-handled broken swords. The blade reflected the morning light, and the snow-white.

The man tied the reins and took more than a dozen constables to the streets.

"You saw it just now. He was the left captain of the county. He was about to be promoted to the thief Cao in the county town. Now he is going to take action personally. Something big has happened to Chen Yuanwai's family. Other things can only be put aside first and then done later."
Chapter completed!