Chapter 6 Three Brothers in Liyuan

On the road at night in the countryside of Tuo County, three men were walking together, and a small black dog followed the young man in the middle with its short legs.

The voices of the three people spoke through the night, adding a little life to the silent night road. The birds that were perching in the forest were awakened and suddenly flew up from the branches.

As we walked along, we made quite a commotion.

The demons and ghosts that were dormant in the night, waiting for opportunities to cause harm to people, saw the three of them in a crowd, the sun was shining brightly, and the young man in green shirt with facial makeup in the middle was particularly fearsome, so they did not rush out to hunt.

"Brother Luo, Cai Ji is too much of a bully and unjust, but he is already a Confucian and Taoist monk. For now, the only way is to take advantage of his unpreparedness, take away your nephew and your sister, and go far away."

Su Xian said in a slow and firm voice.

This is the safest way.

Li Dingguo sighed: "In the great Xia Dynasty, there are traitors and sycophants in charge. Not only do loyal and kind-hearted people find it difficult to get ahead, but they also find it difficult to protect themselves!"

"It's a pity that this person is just an ordinary warrior. He can only compete with two or three armored soldiers, but he can't kill Cai Ji."

The exit becomes a knife, and the ground becomes a prison. It is no exaggeration.

The three of them walked and talked, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

Indeed. If you want to maximize the power of Ling Dao without changing your wish, you need to add supporting characters and props.

Luo Ning declined twice, saying that he was only eighteen and did not dare to grow up. But the two insisted on treating him as their brother, so he could only reluctantly accept it.

There is also a big red flower stuck in the dry white hair.

Li Dingguo said solemnly: "Although I am the oldest, the ambition in the world does not depend on age. Those who are masters are teachers, and those who are capable are seniors."

"Chirp-" The sound of the spinning wheel sounded again, coming from the dark room.

"What a pear garden!" Li Dingguo said, "It's like a snow branch, eye-catching!"

The gloomy eyes were full of shock and fear, "Who are you?!"

Seeing the ghosts escaping, Luo Ning could only stop his practice and destroy the ghost soldiers and props.

Su Xian raised his head and said, "Even if a man cannot escape the mud and remain clean, he should admire the whiteness of pear blossoms and never abandon the idea of ​​purity."

The participation of supporting characters and props and magic weapons can greatly strengthen the magical power of Ling Daozhu.

Under the dim moonlight, the small courtyard has a wooden gate and a thatched cottage with low walls. The courtyard is already desolate with weeds. Broken jars and broken urns are half buried in weeds. All the doors and windows of the house are decayed, revealing a dark door.

When he was still the noble son of the Su family, he took advantage of his status and read many ancient books. One of the only books recorded a magical secret technique: Ling Dao.

"You think, should the baby die...Three guests."

It's hard to do two things at once. At this moment, he has withdrawn from the role and lost the role's deterrence.

Li Dingguo's sword flew up, and Su Xian's righteous song was also recited loudly.

Nowadays, ghosts and monsters are everywhere in the world, and the harm caused is no less severe than that of demons and thieves.

"But my grandson shouldn't die, he's still young."

"Although Brother Luo is a few years younger, he possesses special skills and is a monk. He can be regarded as an elder brother!"

"Oh?" Su Xian responded quickly, "Then if Brother Luo can form a theatrical troupe and travel around the world, wouldn't it be beneficial to practice magic, and also be able to fly far away, taking his sister to avoid Cai Ji?"

However, this old woman actually put on rouge, her lips were blood red, and she also had two caterpillar-like eyebrows.

Not to mention myself, even eighth-grade martial arts cultivators like Xue Zhirou and eighth-grade Taoist cultivators like Zhuo Yun are no match for Cai Ji.

As soon as I fanned the paper, the evil wind howled, and the ghostly aura of ghosts started to become chaotic!

"Ah ah ah -" Luo Ning stamped his foot and shouted loudly, "I am - Zhong Kui!"

He can only perform a little bit of Zhong Kui's performance, and his ability to suppress ghosts is extremely limited, and he can't catch up even if he wants to.

But I saw a pear orchard on the side of the road, with pear blossoms like snow. The spring breeze blew, broken jade fell, and shavings flew everywhere.

Luo Ning's expression turned cold, and he immediately began to run the Ling Daozhu, holding a smiling finger with both hands, ready to enter the role at any time.

The cold evil energy swept across crazily, surrounding three people and one dog.

Encountering two ghosts one night, Li Dingguo and Su Xian were both impressed by Luo Ning's methods.

Although he has the Ling Daozhu, his willpower is very little now and he is not yet a monk.

"Brother Luo, this magic of yours is very similar to an actor's acting. Could it be the legendary secret technique of the Actor's Dao?" Su Xian couldn't help but ask.

But I saw that she had chicken skin and white hair, her mouth was deeply sunken, and her eye sockets were dark. The hand holding the lampstand was as dry as a bone.

Under the dim light, there is a skinny old woman with a hunchback.

At the same time, a long scarlet snake-like tongue stretched out towards Li Dingguo's neck.

"Chirp—chirp—" a burst of machine noise came from the night fog.

Luo Ning sighed: "There is really no other way, this is the only way."

Getting the Jinshi rank is definitely a carp jumping over the dragon's gate.

Luo Ning's heart moved, and he said: "I don't know what Ling Dao is, and my master didn't explain it. He just asked me to practice hard and know it myself in the future."

Moreover, he comes from a pear garden family, and now they are sworn brothers in the pear garden, which is a good sign.

Su Xian said: "Brother Li, in this world today, the poor are laughed at but not the prostitutes, and you don't care if you are an actor or not!"

Li Dingguo smiled bitterly and said: "It's ridiculous that Li is so conceited. He was almost killed by a ghost tonight. If Brother Luo hadn't saved me, I would have died!"

Not 'woof', but 'wow'.

"Even a ninth-grade martial arts cultivator can only protect himself when encountering this ghost, but Brother Luo was able to scare her away. It can be seen that once Brother Luo becomes a monk, he will not be an ordinary monk."

The three of them listened attentively, and it was indeed the sound of the loom.

"That's right!" Su Xian nodded, "Let's talk about Confucianism. If you pass the exam first, you will be your senior brother and senior. How can you say age? In all the Taoist schools in the world, the first to enter is the first, regardless of age."

Amidst the weird yet festive sounds of underworld music, the bright red sedan chair descended again with its broken umbrella.

At this moment, Luo Ning is like a person possessed by Zhong Kui. He is also a human, a ghost, and a god. He is unpredictable in the real and false situations.

"The old lady is over sixty and has had enough life."

Very sad.

The old woman straightened out her withered ghost claws and came forward tremblingly, the decaying air of death descending like a nightmare.

It shook its body, and ticks fell like raindrops. The body odor became even stronger, and it grinned as if it was about to pounce.

Confucian and Taoist monks also have an advantage that is incomparable to other Taoists: unity!

Internally, they will form cliques and fight, and they will fight with each other. But externally, they will be like iron barrels.

If Cai Ji really wants to take his little sister as a concubine, how should he deal with it?

Jinshi is a seventh-grade Confucianism cultivator who has already led the dynasty's destiny and possesses considerable magical powers.

"The robber killed you, and you went to look for the robber. Why did you look for innocent passers-by?"

"Otherwise!" Li Dingguo shook his head, "This ghost is more virtuous than the previous female ghost. It should be a perfect ninth-grade ghost cultivator."

After saying that, the mother-in-law's blood-red mouth opened and she burst into silent laughter.

The knowledgeable Su Xian smiled and said: "In ancient books, there are stories of heroes sworn in peach gardens. Today, there are often sworn brothers under the moon in Jinlan. The three of us met so late and fell in love with each other. Why not follow the example of the ancients and come to a pear garden to become brothers with different surnames?

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But in such a dilapidated and lifeless courtyard, there is actually a dog guarding the door.

"It's so dangerous!" Su Xian was sweating profusely, "Brother Luo's spell is really powerful. He has the ability to turn the imaginary into reality and confuse the fake with the real!"

Then, the room suddenly lit up and a light flickered.

What the two said is actually quite normal and also popular at the moment.

The reason is very simple: Daxia ruled the world with Confucianism!

Civil servants are the most noble! Scholar-bureaucrats rule the country!

Even the emperor was under the control of the civil servants and officials. They controlled the court and had a single family. They also claimed that "the whole court is in full swing, and the gentleman is in charge."

"Bah, why do you need to reason with ghosts?"

It was daybreak and the three of them had walked nearly a hundred miles.

Luo Ning said: "The two brothers are extremely loyal and generous, and my younger brother can only ask for them."

Then among the rustling, the figure of the old woman stood up, picked up the lampstand, and walked out!

Li Dingguo's long sword slashed through it, and the ghost claw broke off, but another one was born in an instant.

If your cultivation level is high enough, the supporting characters are powerful enough, and the props and magic weapons are sufficient, you can even stage an independent fantasy world!

The tender barking of a newly weaned puppy is not fierce at all, but instead full of softness and fear.

Luo Ning sighed: "If I were really capable, I couldn't let this ghost escape."

His background is actually very extraordinary. He has studied ancient books since he was a child and was once dubbed a profound prodigy.

Luo Ning was thinking hard about countermeasures, the Ling Daozhu stopped functioning, the true meaning of Zhong Kui's character slowly faded, and Zhong Kui's skin also disappeared.
To be continued...