Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 59 Mandrill Monster

After hearing what Lu Zheng said, the man in gray robe fell silent.

After a while, he said sinisterly, "I did raise some little ghosts, but I didn't steal or rob them. Those babies were abandoned by ordinary people, and I picked them up and raised them as ghosts... After all, it's not easy to come to this world, and it would be a pity to die like this. It's better to become a ghost, so that I can see this world for a while."

Lu Zheng said coldly, "Your Excellency has some twisted logic. You killed babies and yet you claim to be a good person."

"Hey, young man, you're here to pick a fight. I won't bother with you. Goodbye!"

After saying that, the gray-robed man turned around and quickly rushed into the dense forest.

Lu Zheng had already put down the bookcase and quickly caught up with him.

He was also running fast, following the gray-robed man in the forest.

Seeing this, the gray-robed man came to a dark forest and waved his sleeves.

Several evil ghosts filled with murderous aura flew out from the robes and pounced towards Lu Zheng with bared fangs and claws.

Lu Zheng raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, with a sense of righteousness emanating from his fist.

He suddenly swung his fist and instantly turned a fierce ghost rushing towards him into smoke.

Afterwards, Lu Zheng moved again and easily killed the remaining three evil spirits.

[You killed four first-level evil spirits, your literary energy +8!]

The gray-robed man was surprised to see this and couldn't help but say, "Young man, you have some skills. Are you pursuing a martial arts training?"

Lu Zheng said calmly, "I'm just a scholar."

"Hmm? Scholar? Literary?" There was a hint of disbelief in the gray-robed man's tone.

He thought that Lu Zheng was a warrior who had cultivated the power of qi and blood, so he could easily kill the evil spirit, but he actually used the literary aura of a scholar.

The gray-robed man chuckled and said, "You do look like a scholar, but it's rare to see a scholar who cultivates his physique."

As he spoke, the man in gray robe waved his sleeves again.

A second-level evil ghost appeared, with a ferocious look on his face and a strong black evil aura all over his body.

"Kill that scholar." The gray-robed man said indifferently.

The evil ghost opened its mouth and roared, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle, the sound of which penetrated the eardrums and shocked the mind.

Lu Zheng's heart trembled when he heard this, but he quickly recovered and remained unmoved.

The evil ghost, with murderous aura, was rapidly approaching Lu Zheng.

A cold and murderous aura enveloped Lu Zheng.

When the evil ghost approached, Lu Zheng stepped forward, grabbed the evil ghost by the neck with his big hand, and his righteous energy was released instantly.

"Zizi..."

A puff of green smoke rose, and the evil ghost quickly wilted in Lu Zheng's hands, unable to break free.

In just a few breaths, another evil ghost disappeared.

[You killed a second-level evil spirit, Wen Qi +10! ]

Lu Zheng felt that the other party was here to help him improve his literary talent.

He couldn't help but say, "What other evil spirits and demons do you have? Release them all!"

The gray-robed man had a gloomy expression. These ghosts were restrained by the scholar's literary energy. Although he could use the ghosts to consume Lu Zheng's literary energy, it was not easy for him to raise a fierce ghost.

Seeing that Lu Zheng could easily kill even a second-level evil spirit, the gray-robed man turned around and continued to retreat.

Lu Zheng also followed closely behind without stopping.

The distance between the two people always remained neither too far nor too close.

When they reached a meadow, the man in gray robe suddenly stopped.

He shuddered, and his body seemed to become stronger.

A pair of skinny hands stretched out from the sleeves, with thick black hair and sharp nails.

Immediately afterwards, two two-foot-long sharp knives slipped out from his sleeves and were held tightly in his hands.

The gray-robed man turned around and took a stance with his two swords in hand.

Lu Zheng stopped and looked at the other party with a flicker in his eyes, "Are you a monster?" "So what if I am?" The monster in the gray robe spoke coldly.

Or is it a monster that can wield two swords... Lu Zheng's mind was turning.

Although he didn't practice martial arts much, he knew that practicing with two swords was much more difficult than using a single sword.

This monster probably has some real strength.

"Zheng!"

Lu Zheng drew out the long sword from his waist, and the sword rang out crisply.

At the same time, the gray-robed monster, holding two swords in his hands, flashed close to Lu Zheng and swung his swords suddenly.

As the sword flashed, it was also accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Lu Zheng's reaction was not slow either. He stepped lightly and moved nimbly and gracefully to avoid the fierce sword energy, then stabbed the monster with his backhand.

A man and a demon fought together. The two figures moved quickly, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the fight was difficult to separate.

After more than ten moves, the gray-robed monster retreated a few steps.

There was a faint sound of heavy breathing under the gray robe.

"You, a scholar, do have some strength, but it's a pity that your swordsmanship still seems to be lacking."

Lu Zheng stood where he was and moved his sore wrist.

This monster is also quite powerful. If he had not eaten two spiritual fruits before, he would not be able to defeat the opponent in one move.

The gray-robed monster said, "How about we just stop fighting and make peace?"

If the fight continues like this, both sides may get injured. The gray-robed monster doesn't want to get injured, and it also values its life.

Lu Zheng said calmly, "As scholars, we should wield swords to eliminate evil and uphold justice. How can we stop and negotiate peace with you?"

The gray-robed monster sneered, "So you're just a stubborn scholar. You really think you're a hero..."

After saying that, the gray-robed monster pulled his robe and revealed his true face.

It looks like a mandrill, in fact, it is a mandrill spirit. It is as tall and strong as an adult, wearing a set of tight leather armor, with a demonic aura and a menacing look.

Without the cover of the gray robe, the mandrill can move much more easily.

It twisted its neck and limbs to stretch its muscles, making a crackling sound.

"You, a scholar, are so persistent. Then stay!"

After saying that, the mandrill let out a low roar, and his body turned into a shadow, rushing towards Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng subconsciously raised his sword to block forward, then dodged.

The baboon swung his sword even more swiftly, one strike hitting the long sword fiercely, and the other stabbed towards Lu Zheng's face.

Lu Zheng tilted his head to avoid it, and then retreated with the huge force of the attack.

At the same time, righteous energy gushed out from Lu Zheng's body.

The mandrill was struck by the strong and righteous energy, and suddenly felt extremely hot all over, and quickly retreated.

"Hiss... he really has the air of a scholar!"

Green smoke came out of the mandrill's body, and it grimaced in pain, its face becoming even more ugly and ferocious.

He had fought with Lu Zheng in close combat for several rounds before, but he had not used any of his spiritual energy. This sudden attack caught the mandrill off guard.

The more unrighteous a person's aura is, the greater the restraining effect of the righteous energy will have on him.

When Lu Zheng saw the thick green smoke coming out of the mandrill, he wondered how many evil things this monster had done in the past.

Seeing that the other party had already left no strength, Lu Zheng naturally could not take it lightly.

He quickly reached into his arms, pulled out a piece of writing material and unfolded it.

In an instant, the treasure flashed with light, and the poem on it shone brightly.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?
(End of this chapter)