People are among the Eight Immortals, starting from Painted Skin Ghost

Chapter 169 Han Yu asked Xiangzi, after studying Taoism for a few years, can he know magic?

Mr. God Class sighed and said.

He thought to himself that his senior brother Lu Dongbin would be unable to break his love with Hui Jian for a while, so Han Xiangzi didn't ask any more questions about this matter.

Not long after, Daotong brought tea, and Han Xiangzi took it calmly.

He took a sip, looked at the ups and downs of leaves in the cup, and when he swallowed, he felt sweet and tongue-in-cheek. He asked:

"Mr. Shen Ke, do you know how many real people are in Chang'an City today?"

"There are not many, counting veterans, Daoist Luofu and your brother, including you, there are only four."

Mr. God class blurted out.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, and suggested to Han Xiangzi:
"Now your uncle's birthday is approaching, and Master Luofu and Senior Brother Ni will definitely go there."

"Fellow Daoist Han, why don't you go to Nachunhe Immortal Mansion tomorrow and pay a visit to Naluofu Immortal."

"Pin Dao has exactly this intention."

Han Xiangzi nodded slightly and said.

After talking about the matter, Han Xiangzi and Yuan Tiangang asked about the current court situation.

"Master Dong Xiao, at present, the government of the court is still clear, the world is peaceful, the sage is magnanimous, and he has the appearance of a benevolent monarch, but now that he is getting older, he is a bit adoring the mysterious and Buddha, and in addition to paving the way for the prince, it is inevitable that there will be more in recent years. Bloody."

Yuan Tiangang talked eloquently.

He didn't expect that this Han Xiangzi, a Taoist real person, would care about world affairs.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi secretly thought that if the king of Tang wanted to welcome the Buddha bone, it would be within three to five years.

The spread of Buddhism to the East may not be far away.

After chatting with Mr. Shenke and Yuan Tiangang, his uncle and nephew, for half an hour, Han Xiangzi stood up.

Mr. Shenke understood, so he gave orders to the outside world, ordering people to take Fellow Daoist Han down to rest.

……

The next morning.

With the sound of a jade chime from the Qin Tianjian, Han Xiangzi knew that it was the hour of the hour, so he got up and walked out of the Qin Tianjian.

Planning to go to Chunhe Immortal Mansion and pay a visit to Master Luofu.

Chunhe Xianfu is located in Anpingfang, Chang'an City, South Street.

After passing Anpingfang, and walking half a mile, you will find Zhuque Street.

Therefore.

It can be seen that the Chunhe Immortal Mansion can be settled here.

Han Xiangzi was walking among green tiles and vermilion tiles, and from time to time he could meet a group of dignitaries, traveling in sedan chairs.

Although he was dressed in a Taoist attire, he didn't look out of place here.

After some people just glanced at him, they looked back in disapproval.

Since Chunhe Immortal Mansion was built, countless Taoist priests have come here all day long to cling to Master Luofu.

Most of these people are top-notch.

Or half-baked sorcerers who know some heresy, come here to cheat food and drink, which is despised by some nobles.

But no matter what, Master Luofu's reputation is growing, and he can't drive away these Taoist people, and as time goes on, he will no longer be surprised.

……

Han Xiangzi walked all the way, and stopped in front of Zhumen in Chunhe Xianfu.

The guards here are two Taoist boys, about twelve or three years old, wearing brown clothes and long sleeves, standing on both sides of the gate.

Seeing a Taoist priest coming in, one of the Taoist boys, seeing Han Xiangzi's extraordinary demeanor and dignified appearance, stretched out his hand to block the way:
"Wait a minute, Daoist. If you want to come to this fairy mansion, first send a greeting card."

"A greeting post?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was taken aback.

He came in a hurry, unprepared.

However, this did not bother him.

Han Xiangzi pretended to put his hand into the sleeve robe, and cast a small spell, and soon conjured up a greeting card, and handed it to the Taoist boy.

The Daotong took it over, opened it for a glance, then widened his eyes, and suddenly tensed up, admiring Han Xiangzi.

Unexpectedly, the person who comes here to visit today will be a real person from a family!

After regaining his senses, Daotong hurriedly said:

"Master Luofu, right now he is in the Immortal Mansion, please follow the trail to come in."

"It's work."

Han Xiangzi smiled lightly.

Following Daotong, he walked into Chunhe Xianfu.

This Chunhe Immortal Mansion is said to be an Immortal Mansion, but it is undoubtedly a lot inferior to the scenery of Xuanqi Yuxu, the upper realm and heaven that Han Xiangzi saw in Taihe Mountain.

Looking around, although there are Yaotai Yinque and Langyuan Qingdu, at first glance, they are quite immortal, but the aura of preciousness and Zhugui cannot be concealed.

But in the final analysis, it was built under the order of the Holy Spirit, so it is understandable that it should be less ethereal.

……

Chunhe Xianfu, Taisu Palace.

The real Luofu was having a wonderful talk with the real Chunyang, and they had a great time chatting.

Suddenly there is a report of high merit:

"Report to Patriarch, Daoist Dongxiao is here to visit!"

"The real Dong Xiao?"

"Which Xianzhen is this?"

After the words fell, Master Luofu was stunned and said in doubt.

"Could it be that the younger brother is here?"

Lu Dongbin's mind moved, as if he had guessed something, his expression became excited.

"Oh, that's the Han Xiangzi that brother Lu Dao was talking about?"

Listening to his words, Daoist Luo Fu suddenly realized, and immediately understood.

"good."

Lu Dongbin laughed.

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the hall. Just as he walked in front of a jade corridor, he really saw Han Xiangzi who was walking with a jade flute hanging from his waist!

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Xiangzi, you have broken through to be a real person!"

Sensing the oppressive aura on him, Lu Dongbin knew that his strength was no longer inferior to his own, so he stepped forward to congratulate him.

"Brother Chunyang, please be polite, there is no need to be polite between you and me."

Han Xiangzi waved his hands.

Not long after, Han Xiangzi saw a man following Lu Dongbin, about nine feet tall, with a forehead of two feet, a square nose and big ears, wearing a feather robe and scarlet robe, with an extraordinary appearance.

"This Xiang must be Master Luofu, right?"

"Poverty Han Xiangzi, I have met Brother Ye."

Seeing him, Han Xiangzi stepped forward to say hello first.

Master Luofu nodded slightly.

While looking at Han Xiangzi, a flash of shock inadvertently flashed under his eyes.

Not to mention Han Xiangzi's magnificent appearance, just at such an age, it is quite a feat to be able to gather the top three flowers.

What was even more surprising was that Han Xiangzi gave him a feeling of oppression in his concentration.

In other words, it is still unknown whether real Luofu can win instead of fighting.

To know.

How long has it been since Han Xiangzi entered the real world?
And how long is he himself?
"Dongxiao Daoist can come to my cold mansion, it's really full of splendor!"

"Fellow Daoist Han, quickly invite a Taisu Palace!"

Looking back, Master Luo Fu's face was filled with enthusiasm, and he stretched out his hand to signal.

"Thank you, Brother Ye."

Han Xiangzi cupped his hands.

He knew that this real Luofu was named Taisu.

This Taisu Palace must be the main hall of Chunhe Xianfu.

After arriving at Taisu Palace, the three of them sat facing each other.

Not long after, Master Luofu ordered someone to bring three cups of fine wine.

"This is Yunquan syrup. Drinking it can nourish the essence and strengthen the spirit."

Master Luofu picked up a cup by himself and drank.

After the words fell, Han Xiangzi became interested and asked:

"I have heard that Daoist Ye drowned in the river when he was seven years old, and he only returned after three years."

"A young boy led me to drink cloud syrup, so it must be this thing."

"That's right, it's exactly this Yunquan syrup."

Daoist Luo Fu smiled.

"That poor way will have to have a good taste."

Han Xiangzi took the cloud spring syrup sent by the Taoist servant, watched the cloud energy rolling on the cup of noodles, and Qionglu producing mist, so he took a sip directly.

All of a sudden, he felt his soul sway, and an unprecedented dripping feeling rushed to his limbs and bones.

Even the nine-color lotus in the soul has become more green at this moment.

Undoubtedly, this Yunquan syrup made by Master Luofu is absolutely extraordinary.

If ordinary people drink this dew, they feel that they can live a long life without disease or disaster.

Master Luo Fu can have this thing, it seems that he is not low on his heels.

"It really is Xianlu Baoye, which makes people have endless aftertaste."

Han Xiangzi praised it sincerely.

"If Fellow Daoist Han likes it, I'll give you a pot later."

Master Luofu said calmly.

"That poor way is disrespectful."

Han Xiangzi was not polite either, and directly clasped his hands.

Speaking of which, he has often prostituted himself for free from his colleagues.

For the first time, I got some Hundred Flowers Immortal Tea from Priest Baixu in Qingyun Temple.

When he went to Suyuezong, Daoist Qionglan gave himself some Yuehualu.

Now Master Luofu gave him another pot of Yunquan syrup...

"It's okay."

Master Luofu smiled.

He intends to make friends with Han Xiangzi, so naturally he will not be stingy with this thing.

Immediately, he said earnestly:
"Speaking of which, I heard from Master Chunyang that Pindao said that the last time there was a severe drought in Chang'an, it was Han Daoist who solved the problem."

"After a while, the poor Taoist will go to the palace to make alchemy for His Majesty. At that time, he will definitely report to the Holy One the merits of Master Dongxiao."

"Absolutely not!"

Who knows, Han Xiangzi's face changed when he said this, and he hurriedly refused.

"Why is this?"

Daoist Luofu didn't understand the question.

Regarding this, Lu Chunyang also looked at Han Xiangzi with some doubts.

"Brother Ye Dao learned from Senior Brother Chunyang that the person who asked for rain and snow last time was a poor man, and he also knows my relationship with Han Daru."

"At this moment, I have been ordered by my teacher to save my uncle. If Daoist Ye had mentioned this in advance, once my uncle knows about it, it will be difficult to achieve results."

Han Xiangzi glanced at Master Luo Fu and explained.

"So that's the case. Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Han is here today, otherwise I would almost have missed a major event..."

Master Luo Fu's face turned serious, and he was a little solemn.

"Those who don't know don't blame."

Han Xiangzi smiled lightly.

The three talked freely in Taisu Palace for half a day.

At noon, Han Xiangzi had eaten here, and took the Yunquan syrup presented by Master Luofu, and left the Chunhe Immortal Mansion.

As a result, as soon as he left the Chunhe Immortal Mansion, he ran into an old acquaintance on the street.

The man was in his early twenties, wearing a crimson purple robe with white jade hanging from his waist, and looked handsome.

At this moment, he was walking on the street, holding a paper fan, followed by three or four servants.

Han Xiangzi recognized the man.

His name is Wang Yun, and he is the grandson of the poet Wang Wei.

Speaking of Wang Wei, he had a deep friendship with Han Yu in the early years.

But as the latter gradually learned Zhuang Dao, the relationship gradually became estranged.

When Han Xiangzi was still in Chang'an, he seldom came to the Han residence.

Under the impression of his grandfather, this Wang Yun also advocated Xuan and Shang Qi Huang.

It's just that he is loose by nature and a bit of a dandy, so it's hard to be strict with himself, and he has only a momentary enthusiasm for learning Taoism.

When Han Xiangzi visited famous mountains and rivers earlier, he went with him.

It was only later that I figured out his true nature, so I stopped going with him, but went alone.

Unexpectedly, things have changed and we will meet again in Chang'an.

When Han Xiangzi looked at Wang Yun, the latter also saw him walking out of Chunhe Immortal Mansion.

After thinking for a while, he greeted the servants around him and walked over.

"What is the name of this priest?"

Wang Yun walked up to Han Xiangzi, put the paper fan on his waist, and bowed to Han Xiangzi to say hello.

When Wang Yun saw that Han Xiangzi was able to walk out of Chunhe Immortal Mansion, he must be a person with spells in the Taoist sect.

So, come and get close.

But who knows, when Wang Yun came to Han Xiangzi, the more he looked at him, the more he felt familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he asked in disbelief:

"But Saburo?"

"Yun coward, remember me?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi twitched his mouth and said with a poor smile.

"It's really my brother Saburo!"

"Now, your outfit is really impressive, I almost didn't recognize you!"

"When did Brother Sanlang return to Chang'an? Did you go to the Han Mansion to visit Han Shizu?"

Hearing this kind scolding voice, Wang Yun was not angry but happy, and stepped forward to hug Han Xiangzi, very excited.

The reason why Han Xiangzi called him "Yun counselor" is because he was really timid when he visited famous mountains several times.

Once, when I was staying overnight in the mountains, I heard a wolf howling and almost cried.

On weekdays, I would be trembling when encountering snakes, rats, insects and ants.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi called him "Yun counselor" before.

"I just arrived in Chang'an yesterday, and I haven't returned to the Han Mansion yet. Wait a few days before my uncle celebrates his birthday."

Han Xiangzi said.

When the words fell, Wang Yun immediately winked at Han Xiangzi, and said with a joke:

"Sanlang, don't you dare to go back?"

Speaking of this, Wang Yun sighed and complained:

"By the way, you really are a kid, why are you angry with Han Shizu?"

"He also sneaked out of the Han residence. I heard from some uncles that he misses you very much."

"It's been seven or eight years since you left, but you are cruel."

"But it's a blessing to be able to come back safely now."

Being blamed by Wang Yun for a while, Han Xiangzi was not angry, but felt warm in his heart.

In the past, when he walked in the world and looked at the world all the time, he didn't realize that things were right and people were wrong.

I ran into an acquaintance today, feeling sad and nostalgic.

In fact, Wang Yun's nature is not bad, but he is more playful.

"I've been learning the Tao these years, and it's only now that I've achieved a little success."

Han Xiangzi explained.

"Sanlang, are you stubborn?"

After the words fell, Wang Yun rolled his eyes, not believing it at all.

Immediately, Wang Yun glanced at the tall bronze gate behind Han Xiangzi, his face became serious, and he said:

"However, you must have worshiped Gao Gong as your teacher if you were able to go to Chunhe Immortal Mansion. Who is that person, and I will introduce it to my younger brother later."

"Naturally not a problem."

Han Xiangzi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Let's go, Saburo, do you still remember Huarong Tower?"

"Since you're back now, it's natural to welcome you in Huarong Tower."

"You don't know, after you left these years, Chang'an has changed a lot. You kid from the Lin family actually passed the Jinshi exam and even became a seventh-rank official. I suspect that this kid must have gone through the back door? Or is it because of the shadow of his ancestors..."

Seeing that Han Xiangzi agreed, Wang Yun didn't say anything, just like in the past, he hooked Han Xiangzi's shoulder and walked towards Huarong Tower.

While walking, he kept chattering.

Han Xiangzi didn't care about revealing his identity when he went to Huaronglou with Wang Yun.

In fact, Wang Yun's virtue, in the eyes of his uncle, is completely unrestrained, a playboy, and ruins the family tradition.

Just ask, how much can you believe his words?
Huarong Tower is a place of romance in Chang'an.

Right now, Huarong Building is not as famous and elegant as Zuichun Building.

But the victory lies in Maggie.

In Chang'an City, some rich children, princes and nobles, love to come here the most.

Once upon a time, Han Xiangzi was a frequent visitor here.

But all along, he only played the flute and the piano with some Qing people, and studied folk art.

Ever since I made up my mind to ask about cultivating immortals, I haven't come here anymore.

When Wang Yun pulled him in, many people didn't know him.

It's no wonder that in the past seven or eight years, the bustards of Huaronglou have also aged, and the girls have changed one after another.

No one knows him, and Han Xiangzi is happy to be at leisure.

That Wang Yun found a private room, ordered a table of dishes, and ordered a few singers, and the two sat down, eating and drinking.

"By the way, where did Saburo go all these years?"

"I see that you have changed a lot."

After drinking for three rounds, Wang Yun couldn't help asking.

"Naturally, I went to visit immortals to seek Taoism."

Han Xiangzi laughed.

"Have you learned spells?"

Wang Yun suddenly lowered his body, approached Han Xiangzi, and asked in a low voice.

"A little bit."

Han Xiangzi said casually.

"really have?"

After saying that, Wang Yun's eyes lit up.

Seeing that Wang Yun didn't believe it, Han Xiangzi moved his mouth and let out a cry, and then several sparrows flew from the room and landed on the table.

Wang Yun fell silent when he saw the sparrow with its head down pecking at food.

After a long while, he murmured:

"Just... that's it?!"

"Sanlang, haven't you been cheated?"

"No." Han Xiangzi shook his head.

"This bird-calling trick, there are many street performers in downtown Chang'an, and some even breathe fire..."

Wang Yun retorted.

After the words fell, he was dejected and praised Han Xiangzi.

Who would have thought that after seven or eight years of learning, he would be able to master such a trick?
Regarding this, Han Xiangzi smiled and said nothing.

"Huh? Sanlang, your jade flute looks like a treasure. I don't know where you got it from?"

Suddenly, Wang Yun saw the purple gold jade flute on Han Xiangzi's waist, and asked with surprise on his face.

"It was given by someone else."

Han Xiangzi said.

"Who sent it?"

"Could it be...a woman?"

Wang Yun prolonged his voice on purpose and smiled teasingly.

"That doesn't bother Brother Wang..."

Mentioning the purple gold jade flute, Han Xiangzi thought of Ao Jiao, he paused, and smiled.

Wang Yun rarely showed a trace of seriousness on his face, and he warned:
"Okay, then I won't mention it. In a few days, Han Shizu's birthday, have you ever had money to prepare some gifts?"

"Your uncle has always disliked you learning Taoism and seeking profound knowledge. On the day of your birthday, you must not make him unhappy. That would be unfilial for me to wait."

"In my opinion, how about changing your outfit for Saburo?"

"Yun coward, do you value my Taoist robe?"

Han Xiangzi joked.

"Forget it..., I won't talk to you anymore, drink!"

Seeing that Han Xiangzi refused to eat oil and salt, Wang Yun didn't bother to persuade him anymore.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Han Xiangzi's complexion changed, and he smiled lightly.

I don't know why, seeing this situation, Wang Yun feels more and more that Sanlang looks like a master...

The two of them drank for an entire afternoon.

Han Xiangzi has a strong body, and he will not get drunk after drinking ten thousand cups.

On the contrary, after Wang Yun drank a few jars, he was so drunk that he lay on the table and snored like thunder.

When Han Xiangzi saw it, he shook his head helplessly.

Over the years, Wang Yun has not changed at all.

So, he summoned Wang Yun's servant and told him to carry Wang Yun home, then he left the Huarong Tower and went back to Qin Tianjian.

Today, Chang'an City is such a stroll.

Han Xiangzi has gained a lot, and his heart has changed a lot.

That's what Wang Yun said was right, for the grand uncle's birthday, he had to prepare a gift.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi disappeared after the third day in Chang'an.

When Master Chunyang came to Qintian Supervisor to look for him, Mr. Shen Ke had to spread his hands, and he didn't know where the latter went?
……

in a blink.

Seven days will pass.

On this day, Chang'an City, Wenchangfang, and Han Mansion were particularly lively and festive.

It's all because of this day, which is the sixtieth birthday of Han Yu, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

Han Yu is today's Emperor Wenzong of the Tang Dynasty, a great Confucian of his generation, a leader of officials, and an important minister of the country.

One can imagine his sixtieth birthday.

Even if Han Yu wants to do it with Jane, it won't work.

When Emperor Tang learned about this matter, even before that, he ordered the Ministry of Rites to actually supervise the matter.

Therefore, to this day.

Up and down the Han Mansion, it can be said that there are lanterns and festoons, gongs and drums, red satin and spring silk, and cage celebrations.

Outside the gate of the Han Mansion, many carriages had already stopped.

Now Han Yu's birthday, from the princes and nobles to the officials and scholars, all came to congratulate him.

There is no need to say more about Liuhe East, Liu Yuxi, Meng Haoran and other Qingliu ministers.

I have prepared gifts a long time ago to celebrate my old friends.

In addition, Han Yu's hometown of Heyang, that is, Yiying Changli people, also rushed to Chang'an to help.

"Master of the Household Department, the Zhou banquet is here!"

"Lu Guogong, Mr. Cheng is here!"

"Hu Guogong, Marshal Qin is here!"

"Old Dige, here!"

"King Wu, Li Ke is here!"

"King of Shu, Li Yin is here!"

"..."

Then, in front of the gate of the Han Mansion, the children's voices rang out, and the status and status of the people who came came became higher and higher.

Naturally, it also attracted some people on the street, who gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Which nobleman's happy event is this, why are there so many officials here?"

Some people looked inside curiously and discussed.

"Old man, don't you know this?"

"Today is Han Daru's sixtieth birthday!"

"It's the one who begged for rain and snow for our people at the South Altar a few days ago!"

People with enthusiasm opened their mouths.

"So it's Master Han!"

"I wonder why there are so many people here?"

The man had reacted before he exclaimed.

"Master Han has always served the country and the people. He has a benevolent heart and is honest and honest. He is naturally loved by others. Now he is celebrating his birthday. It is said that he has invited some common people to have fun together."

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Of course, how could it be fake?"

"If you want to go, you don't even need to give gift money."

"Let's go early, there will be too many people in a while, but there will be no seats."

"..."

Outside the door, there were a lot of discussions among the common people.

Not long after, a large stream of people went to the side door of the Han Mansion.

……

"Brother Han, Zhou Shangshu is here!"

Han House.

in the lobby.

Han Yu was chatting and laughing with the guests when Liuhe Dong came over suddenly and talked to him.

The Zhou Shangshu he was talking about was none other than Zhou Yan, the governor of Qizhou in the past.

Back then, he was sent by the Holy Spirit to Weizhou to assist Di Ge Lao Zhana in the big case of the Qi family.

Afterwards, he was also commended by the emperor and stayed in the capital to serve.

Because last year, the former minister of the household department returned home due to illness.

The so-called virtuous people do not avoid relatives, so Mr. Di Ge recommended him to the emperor.

Today, Zhou Shangshu came with Mr. Di Ge.

……

(End of this chapter)