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Chapter 147 Yueyang Loutou, the flute sounds and the crane moves, Xiangzi is a banished immortal! 【Subscribe】

"Disciple, see Master."

I saw that Han Xiangzi came stepping on the clouds and landed directly in Nanxian Cave.

Looking at Han Zhongli with his hair in a bun (zhuājì, referring to the bun on the top or the back of his head), dragon eyes and beard, he knelt down and bowed.

Counting the time, Han Xiangzi and his master Han Zhongli have not seen each other for more than three years.

Among them, Han Xiangzi spent most of his time practicing in the world and traveling in the world of mortals.

Although the master has not been seen to show up all the time.

But Han Xiangzi understood that he had been silently paying attention to himself.

Otherwise, he would not have entrusted Yuan Gong to pass on his "Fa Que Immortal Chapter" that day.

"Xiangzi, there is no need to be polite."

Han Zhongli walked up to him, smiled slightly, and helped him up.

Looking at the beautiful and handsome figure in front of him, the admiration in Han Zhongli's eyes became more and more intense.

Back then, when Han Xiangzi left Difei Mountain, his cultivation level had only reached Dan Mountain Tengyun.

Unexpectedly, in more than three years, his realm has reached the half-step real person.

Such a practice speed is really amazing.

In the past few years, Han Zhongli has a clear understanding of what Han Xiangzi encountered.

He was quite satisfied with the handling of one pile after another.

"Congratulations, Brother, Condensed Land Flower. It's a pity that the Great Immortal is no longer there, otherwise we could have a feast to celebrate."

The tiger came out from the side, and congratulated him with a mouth full of fangs.

"you are?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was a little confused, and he asked subconsciously.

"I am a tiger under the Great Immortal, and I count it as half of his apprentice."

"Brother, have you forgotten that the Great Immortal accepted you as a disciple before?"

The tiger turned his eyes and said.

"I don't know Junior Brother, what should I call him?"

Han Xiangzi suddenly came over and asked in a gentle voice.

"Senior brother is serious, call me Ziyi. You also have a junior sister, the dragon girl who came here with you last time."

The tiger is not a disciple of the Great Immortal Hongya. When he heard Han Xiangzi call himself a junior, Ziyi was shocked and hurriedly asked Han Xiangzi to change his words.

After talking, he mentioned Ao Jiao again.

"It seems that the princess has also joined the sect of the Great Immortal..."

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi thought to himself, there was not much surprise on his face.

In fact, if it wasn't for the help of the nine-color lotus in the soul, if I want to break the illusion, I'm afraid I will be behind the dragon girl.

Having said that, Han Xiangzi looked around, but couldn't see the girl in green, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.

He asked:

"Zi Yi, where is she?"

"Senior Sister went to the East China Sea, and I don't know when she will come back." Tiger said.

"What about the Great Immortal?"

"The Great Immortal went to Heaven, and he doesn't know when he will come back."

Tiger also shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi stopped asking.

"Xiangzi, come in with your teacher."

When Han Zhongli saw that Han Xiangzi had finished chatting with the tiger, he gave him some instructions.

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the cave.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi followed in silence.

at the same time.

He was also thinking in his heart, why did Master have time to come to Gushe Mountain this time?
Han Xiangzi would find it hard to believe that it was because his cultivation had broken through to the Earth Flower Realm.

To come is to wait for the day when I will be promoted to a real person.

What's more, he has been waiting for a long time in Gushe Mountain for this...

Han Xiangzi kept thinking in his heart.

After arriving at the cave, Han Zhongli sat on a futon with a plantain in his hand, and beside the stone table was a bottle full of jade-clean wine.

"Xiangzi, this is Yaotai dew, which has been diluted by half with the fairy spring as my teacher. Just try it."

"Thank you, Master."

Han Xiangzi bowed, picked up the bottle of Yaotai dew, and took a sip.

Suddenly, the stomach is full of stagnation, the taste is fragrant and the stomach is clear, and the mind is refreshed.

In the blink of an eye, he drank a bottle, and after a while, his face was red with sauce, obviously he had difficulty holding alcohol.

Seeing Han Xiangzi look drunk, Han Zhongli clapped his hands and laughed:

"Xiangzi, this Yaotai dew contains three-tenths of the water from the Immortal Spring for Master Dui, and the remaining seven cents are not even for a real person to drink."

"Now, you are still sitting here. It seems that you have improved a lot in this retreat. Congratulations."

According to his words, this Yaotailu seems to have a lot of origins, and Han Xiangzi asked curiously:

"Master, where is this wine brewed by an expert?"

"It's the god of wine in the heavenly court."

Han Zhongli lightly stroked his long beard on his chest, and smiled:
"Speaking of which, this wine was a gift from Immortal Hongya."

"I left half of the altar for the teacher, and now I can give you a taste."

Han Xiangzi couldn't help smiling at this.

Not sure what to say?
It's really unique for Master to use spirits to study his own cultivation.

Not long after, Han Zhongli remembered his business, glanced at Han Xiangzi, and said:

"Xiangzi, I came to Gushe Mountain as a teacher this time, and I have something to tell you. I didn't expect to meet you in retreat, so I stayed here for several months."

"Fortunately, it's too late now."

Hearing the master's words, Han Xiangzi's expression froze suddenly, and there was a trace of worry in his heart. He asked:

"Master, what do you want to tell the disciples?"

"This matter is related to your uncle Han Yu."

Han Zhongli paused and sighed.

After saying that, Han Xiangzi's face changed slightly.

Unexpectedly, the master came here to find him because of his uncle Han Yu.

For his uncle, Han Xiangzi has a lot of affection for him.

He was an orphan since childhood, and was raised by his uncle Han Yu.

Although my uncle didn't like to ask around for advice, he had reprimanded and admonished him several times.

But in the final analysis, it was also for the good of his junior.

Now, he is in great trouble, and Han Xiangzi thinks he has to go to help him no matter what.

"Master, I don't know what trouble my uncle has encountered?"

For this reason, Han Xiangzi asked quickly.

Hearing this, Han Zhongli explained the reason:

"At present, the severe drought is still there, and it is exhausting to the land of Gyeonggi. The rain and snow do not fall, the trees are scorched, and the wells and springs are dry."

"Then the king of Tang ordered your uncle to pray for rain at the South Altar. If you don't get it, you will be resisting the order, and your life may be in danger."

"Therefore, Master wants you to go to Chang'an to solve this difficulty for your uncle."

Hearing that, Han Xiangzi's complexion changed, and he frowned:
"My great-uncle is just a scholar. He writes and argues, and is good at governing the country, but he can't pray for rain."

"He doesn't know magic, and he doesn't respect ghosts and gods. How can the emperor ask him to pray for rain?"

"I'm afraid that someone in the imperial court will harm my uncle..."

To know.

In Chang'an, there is Qin Tianjian.

Most of the Qin Tianjian are warlocks with cultivation bases.

In addition, the white-bearded Taoist priest also said that the emperor had summoned many real people, and not only bestowed dharma titles on those real people, but also granted them treasures, and even allocated money to build a Taoist fairy mansion.

Such a natural disaster, the emperor did not let these people go to pray for rain, but let his uncle go.

This had to make Han Xiangzi suspicious.

Han Zhongli didn't know how to answer for a while, so he sighed:
"Since ancient times, those who are selfless are most afraid of being squeezed out by others. Although the world is prosperous today, there are still treacherous ministers in power. Even celebrities and sages cannot be alone."

Immediately, he persuaded:
"Xiangzi, your great-uncle Han Yu has outstanding talents, learning, and wisdom. If you can persuade him to turn his heart to Huang Lao from now on, wouldn't it be a blessing?"

Han Xiangzi knew in his heart that the master wanted to save Han Yu, but Han Yu was a master of the literary world and a leader of Confucianism, how could he follow the Tao so easily.

Therefore, he had no choice but to say:
"Master, my uncle has a stubborn temperament, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade him to practice Taoism."

"This point, as a teacher, naturally understands. Don't rush to save the matter. When the time comes, it will be facilitated."

Han Zhongli nodded slightly and smiled unpredictablely.

Not long after, he ordered:
"Xiangzi, before you go to Chang'an, you must first borrow some rain and snow from the Dragon Lord in Dongting."

"Why is this?"

Han Xiangzi was puzzled.

"In the land of Gyeonggi, the emperor sits in town and is protected by Ziwei. Now that there has been no rain for months, it is natural that he intends to punish him."

"Even if you write the paperwork and burn it to the Ministry of Thunder, it will be difficult to achieve results."

"As a teacher, I have a close friendship with Dongting Dragon Lord. If you go to him to borrow some rain and snow, he will definitely agree."

Han Zhongli waved the banana fan and pointed it out.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi understood.

Not long after, Han Xiangzi was worried about Han Yu's safety, so he couldn't sit still.

He said:

"Master, it's not too late. This disciple is going to Dongting Lake."

"Don't worry, the emperor gave your uncle a period of half a month, and now seven days have passed, there is still some time."

Han Zhongli shook his head, and then with a thought, a jade flute flew out of his sleeve and landed in front of Han Xiangzi.

"Speaking of which, Master is very pleased that you worship Great Immortal Hongya as your teacher. You should give him a gift."

Looking at the jade flute, Han Xiangzi felt it was very familiar, after staring at it for a while.

His expression suddenly changed, with a look of surprise:
"This... this is the purple gold jade flute?!"

Immediately afterwards, Han Xiangzi looked at Han Zhongli in disbelief:
"Master, isn't this thing Princess Aojiao's?"

"How could it be in Master's hands?"

Han Zhongli's fate thought of Han Xiangzi's reaction, and when he saw him ask, he couldn't stop laughing:

"Speaking of this matter, I feel a headache as a teacher. I saw that Dragon Girl is very close to you. I wanted to give her a treasure of Huahong Ling, but she insisted on not wanting it."

"On the contrary, I proposed to exchange the purple gold jade flute for this Huahong silk. As a teacher, I didn't want to agree, but she saw that her words were sincere, and she seemed to be plotting for you, so she had to agree."

"This……"

Hearing that, Han Xiangzi was stunned, and froze in place for a while, not knowing what to do.

He never thought that this Ao Jiao would keep the Zijin Yuxiao to himself?
The purple gold jade flute was a gift from Guanyin.

Accompanied by Ao Jiao for many years, it is also the magic weapon of life.

If it is lost, it is hard to imagine that if the Dragon King of the East China Sea finds out, even if she is Princess Aojiao, he will reprimand her!
Thinking of this, Han Xiangzi couldn't bear it.

I want to send this purple gold jade flute back to the East China Sea.

But considering Ao Jiao's reckless disposition, even if it was returned to her, the latter would probably not take it back.

Unable to help, Han Xiangzi had no choice but to give up the idea.

After a while, he said to himself:

"It's really... capricious..."

It seems to be blaming, but also distressed.

Looking at Han Xiangzi's hesitant look, Han Zhongli persuaded:

"Xiangzi, you just accept this flute. This is Miss Aojiao's wish. When she left, I told her as my teacher that if you need it someday, just take it."

After all, this purple gold jade flute was not suitable for Han Zhongli to keep with him.

"Forget it, now that the matter is up to now, the disciple will accept this purple gold jade flute. If Princess Aojiao needs it in the future, it doesn't matter if she returns it."

Han Xiangzi sighed softly, then took the purple gold jade flute and put it in the Taoist robe.

There was also silence for a while.

Next, the master and apprentice talked for another half an hour.

Suddenly, Han Zhongli paused, and looked out:
"Hehe, the Great Immortal Hongya is back."

After saying that, he walked out first.

"Daxian, I drank a lot again..."

As soon as Han Zhongli came out, he saw the Great Immortal Hong Ya reeking of alcohol, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and joked.

At this moment, the tiger is like a kitten, circling around the Great Immortal Hongya, when the tip of its nose is twitching, its footsteps become more chaotic.

Seeing this situation, Han Zhongli also understood why the Great Immortal Hongya hadn't come back for so long.

Dare to go to heaven and drink with others.

"That Xuanyuan Leijun from the Five Thunder Schools of the Thunder Department, insisted on taking me to Du Dionysus, but somehow he drank too much..."

Immortal Hong Ya smiled dryly.

Turning around, I saw Han Xiangzi walking out of the cave.

"I have seen Daxian!"

Han Xiangzi stepped forward and saluted Jishou, the Great Immortal of Hongya.

"Also called Daxian?"

Immortal Hong Ya was taken aback when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a sullen voice.

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi understood, and immediately knelt down to salute, and kowtowed:

"Disciple Han Xiangzi, pay homage to Master!"

"That's what it sounds like."

"Xiangzi, get up quickly."

Immortal Hong Ya smiled with satisfaction.

Then, he said to Han Xiangzi:

"You have never attained the Tao and become an immortal, so I can't restrain you to practice as a teacher. I have to pass on some music collections to you first. Among them, the teacher has marked a lot. If you have free time on weekdays, you can study one or two."

"After you attain the Dao in the future, come here as a teacher and personally teach you the Dao of Yinxiao."

The voice fell.

Immortal Hong Ya turned over his palm, and when mysterious light overflowed, he saw several volumes of music books appearing in his palm, and handed them to Han Xiangzi.

"Thank you, Master."

After receiving these volumes of music books, Han Xiangzi glanced at them casually, and then he was fascinated.

Not long after, he packed it with him as if he had found a treasure.

"Zhenjun, can you explain to Xiangzi?"

Not long after, Great Immortal Hongya looked at Zhengyang Enlightened and Preaching True Monarch and asked.

"I just said it."

Han Zhongli nodded and said calmly.

Hearing this, Great Immortal Hongya realized something.

Now, after seeing the Great Immortal Hong Ya, Han Xiangzi let go of the last worry in his heart, and said to Han Zhongli:
"Master, this disciple wants to leave Gushe Mountain tomorrow."

Han Zhongli knew what Han Xiangzi was thinking, and he didn't refuse when he heard the words, but only warned:
"If you want to leave, I won't keep you as a teacher."

"However, you must remember that when you go to Chang'an, you must not reveal your identity in front of your uncle. Besides, your senior brother Chunyang is also in Chang'an now."

"Oh, senior brother is here too, that's great!"

Han Xiangzi let out a light snort, with joy on his face.

Han Xiangzi was really curious about Lu Yan.

The two had barely seen each other in Heling, Zhongnan Mountain before.

Now that we have gone to Chang'an, we can naturally have a reunion.

The Immortal Hongya brought some fine wine from Du Dionysus, and ordered the tiger to prepare a dinner.

Thinking that Han Xiangzi was going to leave Gushe Mountain, he practiced it for him.

It was night, a few people were sitting together, with fairy wine and spiritual fruit in front of them, talking and talking, but it was also lively.

……

Silent all night.

The next day, at dawn, Han Xiangzi woke up alone.

After speaking with Han Zhongli and Great Immortal Hongya, he flew into the sky, raised a Fayun, and flew towards Yueyang.

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(End of this chapter)