The sun was pleasant at noon. Through the mottled trees, Lu Liangsheng watched the cicadas break out of the ground and climb up the tree body. At the same time, the side courtyard of the government office was a row of wing rooms for handling official duties. The servants came and went. In a closed room, the slightly fat prefect poured tea with his own hands and carefully held it to the opposite table.

"Sir, please use tea."

"Well, let it go." Wang Banzai stroked his beard and smiled and said, "The Lord of the House does not need to be too polite. It is the matter of us who are practicing Taoism. The evil ghost died with resentment. Unfortunately, he could not kill him immediately. If he delayed it for a long time, his Taoism would inevitably rise sharply, and the Lord of the House of the House also had life worries."

"Old sir, I only found out recently."

The prefect put down the teacup, looked at the closed doors and windows, changed his previous expression, and pressed the desk in a hurry.

"Two days ago, I also found a Taoist You Fang who knew some Taoist methods of catching ghosts and eliminating monsters. He said it was easy..."

"oh?"

Wang Banzai's heart skipped a beat, but his expression on his face had not changed. He reached out to pinch his fingers and thought, but he said in his heart: Mom, there is still this place, so why would Li Yishu be taken away by Taoist You Fang?

.....You have to tell the master.

A person who is hypocritical is also known to many people in Fushui County. Even if the prefect is not told, he has almost admitted the murder.

After thinking about it for a while, I stopped counting my fingers and chuckled twice.

"It's easy to do? I've watched the celestial phenomena at night. Yesterday, there were stars above the dam city. How could the ghost replace the stars? It must be the one who is always interested. So, who does the magistrate feel that the shaking stars are used to replace?"

this.....

The prefect squeezed his hands tightly, pressed the table tightly, and clenched his teeth. Suddenly, he walked outside the table and bowed to the old man.

"Sir, please save me."

"Haha, it's easy to say, come with a pen and ink."

Wang Banzai took the pen and ink, looked straight at the wall, and held the brush in his hand to draw a random drawing on the paper that he could not see anything.

"Put it in your body, and I will come over later."

After saying that, he got up and walked out. The prefect looked at the paper like a ghost-like talisman in his hand and hurriedly chased after him: "Old sir, is this thing useful? Why don't you stay in the mansion? What kind of rituals should be prepared? I will take people to arrange it."

"Hmph."

Wang Banzai opened the door and walked outside. His eyes closed slightly and his face turned slightly: "You can't find anything you use."

With a cane, my steps were as light as if I was not an old man. I blinked and turned over the arch of the side yard. A camphor tree shook for a moment, and I couldn't hear the sound.

The prefect held the 'talisman paper' and sighed: "Master." Then he calmed down, straightened his back and returned to the room with his hands. Behind the distance, the camphor tree was still shaking.

Turning over the arch to the left, Wang Banzai squatted on the ground and rubbed his forehead, not daring to make a sound. He felt that there was no one around, so he squeezed out a little "hiss" and let out the yard gate while rubbing, took the reins from the yamen runner's hand, led the old donkey and followed the master's energy to the street, and felt the figure standing with his hands behind his back on the street.

He hurried forward and bowed: "Master."

"how's it going?"

"The prefect is guilty and has different opinions."

Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips and stopped talking. He took the reins from his half-blind hand, as if he was walking aimlessly on the street, looking at the pedestrians around him clamoring.

"Young Master Lu!"

A familiar voice came from above the wine shop on the side of the street, and Wang Banxia called softly: "Master, someone calls you."

The scholar who was walking in front of me and thought about things stopped and looked up at the side. Zuo Zhengyang sat down on the fence on the second floor of the winery, carrying a wine pot and waved at him.

The guy next to the restaurant quickly met the scholar who came over, skillfully took the reins from the other party's hand, and shouted in.

"Please, please drink from the two guests?"

“There is a seat.”

Lu Liangsheng pointed upstairs, thanked the mate, and took Wang Banzai to the second floor. There were several tables of guests on the upper floor. The people in the martial arts world dressed up, and the weapons were placed on the base of the table. They were either silent or alert. They saw that they were scholars and old men, and they could not feel any martial arts skills. They held up the cup and showed a grim smile.

"Aren't Qianwei fighting?"

Lu Liangsheng took the wine glass handed over, sat opposite him and took a sip, and asked without caring about the malicious gazes around him.

"How do you drink here?"

Zuo Zhengyang took a tiny wine pot and took a mouthful. His eyes swept over the tables around him, and laughed: "Today is the fourth day of the New Year."

This made the scholar stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had been in Wanhe County for several days and delayed his trip to Qingcheng Mountain, but it happened to catch up.

"Have Mr. Lu done the business?" Zuo Zhengyang put down the wine pot and asked.

"No, but since you are here, let's see how Qianwei and the swordsman with the more surnamed Xiahou are at the same level."

"Okay, the time is almost over, Zuo leads the way!"

The two of them drank a drink, laughed and got up, and then they went down the second floor to walk out of the restaurant. The original people in the martial arts world all raised their weapons to follow. Some of them directly passed by the two, used light body skills, climbed up the stairs, stepped on the roofs of other people, and flew to an open space in the city.

It seems to be going to report the news.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng followed Zuo Zhengyang here, and in an empty place, he dug eight wooden stakes more than ten feet long. Around him was surrounded by green forest tourists, holding grass roots and carrying weapons, chatting and laughing with others. When he saw Zuo Zhengyang and Lu Liangsheng who came over, he spit out grass roots and couldn't help but laugh.

"I also brought a helper."

"I am a scholar, and I look like I can't stand the power of a chicken, and I really dare to come here."

"Haha, I really want to see this scholar's expression splashing blood, don't be scared to pee your pants."

"Hahaha!"

In the noisy room, someone shouted at Lu Liangsheng who was holding the old donkey.

"Go home and take your mother, be careful later, don't be scared!"

Lu Liangsheng seemed to have not heard it, and smiled and bowed to him. The man wanted to shout again. The sudden sound was only a strange cry of "uh uh uh ah ah...", pointing at his throat and gestured to his companions next to him.

Those companions thought he was funny and laughed even more happily.

However, there were not many noises of making jokes after all, and some people were still cautious. After all, there were people in the martial arts world, with fluttering clothes and seemingly weak swordsmen. They looked at the long sword hanging on the bookshelf behind the scholar, and nodded as if confirming the guess.

"Young Master Lu doesn't need to pay attention to these wild turmoils in the world. Many of them are like Zuo, and few people know about the world's cultivators."

"It's okay, Qianwei will fight by himself."

Lu Liangsheng found a seat and sat down. He looked at the opposite side of the eight wooden stakes. A man wearing a black high hat and covering one of his eyes stopped talking. He asked Wang Banzai to take the bookshelf and unfolded the scroll as if he wanted to paint here.

"Young Master Lu wants to draw Zuo better."

Zuo Zhengyang laughed and took a long knife from behind and inserted it to the ground. He only lifted another one with one hand, jumped away from the wooden stake, stepped on it with one foot, split the second wooden stake with the other leg, and held the knife in one hand across the middle.

"A knife left is enough."
Chapter completed!