I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 213 Name
The cat paused for a moment, then lowered its paws and placed them on the bed. After a while, it said:

"a lot of."

Jiang She looked at the tiny kitten and could sense that the whole kitten was stunned. He softened his tone and asked the kitten.

“How much is a lot?”

He asked, "If you recognize one character a day, after three years you should have over a thousand. You should be able to write all the characters in the Thousand Character Classic by now, right?"

The cat stopped talking and lowered its head to continue licking its paws and washing its face, looking very busy.

Jiang She waited until it finished grooming before continuing to speak.

"I told you before that you'd choose a name for yourself after you've learned to read and write and learned some things. Do you have any ideas yet?"

The cat suddenly raised its head, its round eyes staring at Jiang She, as if to see if he had any suspicions, while it was still talking.

"I recognize a lot of them..."

Jiang She nodded, without suspecting anything, and asked it.

Have you decided on a name yet?

The cat tilted its head and waited for a while.

He uttered two words.

"Little black."

It is a black cat. When people meet it, they call it "Black Cat" or "Little Black." Over time, it has come to recognize this name in its heart.

Jiang She remained silent for a while.

He never expected that after three years, this kitten would only come up with such a name. He thought for a moment, and just to avoid embarrassing the kitten when it grew up, he gave it a little reminder:
"Should we reconsider? A name is something you'll follow for a lifetime."

The cat is persistent.

"Just call me Xiao Hei!"

Jiang She couldn't help but smile, patted her small head, and agreed.

"Okay, you chose this name yourself."

The cat didn't quite understand. She wagged her tail twice and then darted off to another place. The old mountain god liked her very much and always secretly hid lots of delicious food for her.

There's a kind of rat in the mountains that tastes especially good, it's called something like "rat," and the old mountain god found it for her.

The cat hid away.

Jiang She didn't rush to ask her if she could write her own name.

Turn back to the previous page, continue reading, and wait for someone.

Zhang Guolao walked over, stroking his donkey.

He casually took out the ginseng and exchanged it for a lot of silver. He then stuffed it all into the hands of the boatman, making the man beam with joy. The man specially booked a separate cabin for him, and even the donkey had special fodder mixed with beans and salt.

Zhang Guolao glanced at Chen Hong standing at the door.

"It's you again."

When Chen Hong saw that this was the old man who had spoken to him in his dream yesterday, he thought that he might also be a highly accomplished person. He quickly bowed and hesitated for a moment.

"Last night, my father-in-law said I saw immortals three times..."

Zhang Guolao looked at the nervous painter with a half-smile, and suddenly an idea struck him.

He had some mischievous thoughts and stroked his beard.

"What three times?"

Chen Hong was taken aback.

He quickly explained in detail: "Last night I sat at the same table with several people, and while they were drinking and eating, the old man told me that this was the third time I had seen a deity..."

Zhang Guolao frowned.

"Is this happening?"

He looked at Chen Hong, thought about it carefully, and looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Yesterday I was drinking with Mr. Jiang and a few others, and you fell asleep halfway through the drinks?"

Chen Hong was stunned.

He opened his mouth: "Then I also saw a young man, the one in white, who was tall. He ate the whole pot of fish soup in one gulp and said he wasn't full."

Zhang Guolao almost couldn't help but laugh, but he shook his head.

"Just think about it, who could possibly eat that much? You're probably just dreaming."

Chen Hong was stunned.

But the laughter and experiences in the dream felt too real.

"Excuse me."

Zhang Guolao walked into Jiang She's cabin with a smile, leaving the white donkey outside the door, and casually closed the door to block out the outside noise.

There was no one around; only he and Jiang She were inside. Zhang Guolao looked at Jiang She and finally asked what had been on his mind all night, chuckling as he said:
"What is that pill that Master gave Li Xuan? I've never seen it before."

Jiang She put down his book.

He naturally heard the commotion outside and couldn't help but smile.

"Those pills were refined in Xiangyang a few years ago. A total of nine pills were made, but they've been sitting here for nothing. Last time was just the first time I tried them out, and I had him act as my test subject."

He looked at Zhang Guolao with burning eyes.

Jiang She reached into his sleeve and pulled out a bottle of pills, speaking casually.

"Does Master Guo want some?"

Zhang Guolao was tempted, but after a while, he reluctantly refused.

“Last night, I took a quick look and saw that Li Xuan was full of vitality. His physical body was completely dead, but he was able to regain his vitality, reopen his meridians, rebuild his foundation, and enlighten the stubborn.”

"If you give me one, how long will the old man have to pay it back? Forget it."

Zhang Guolao shook his head.

"Just let me see it."

Jiang She didn't ask any further questions and handed him the bottle of pills.

Zhang Guolao carefully took the bottle and looked around. This old man was usually carefree and unrestrained, but it was rare for him to move so gently. He opened the bottle and smelled an extremely pure and refreshing aura. There were still two bluish pills inside.

In the time it takes to breathe or two, the room is filled with it.

A river breeze blew in from afar.

A flock of birds skimmed across the water, flapping their wings and chirping melodiously.

The river flowed swiftly, schools of fish swam about, and even the sound of leaping and bubbling was exceptionally clear, as if the heavens and earth were amplifying their own breath.

Zhang Guolao listened intently.

The large ship sailing on the river rocked, as if something was churning beneath it.

Jiang She reached out and tapped the table.

The shaking stopped.

Zhang Guolao looked at it for a while with lingering reluctance, then looked up and asked, "Is this a test drug?"

Jiang She sat cross-legged at the table.

The mid-spring sunlight shone through the oiled paper onto him, and outside, the boatmen and passengers could be heard discussing with suspicion, saying that the big fish in the river were causing a disaster.

He smiled.

"It might be a bit impressive."

……

……

a long distance away.

Li Xuan gulped down a mouthful of mountain stream water to quench his thirst, then wiped it off with his sleeve, leaving his clothes soaking wet and clinging to his chest.

He used his flying technique to travel all the way from Bozhou to this place, and is about to reach Yunmeng Mountain.

Exhausted from the journey, Li Xuan felt dizzy and lightheaded whenever he tried to exert himself. He knew that this was the only method he could use for now and that he needed to rest and replenish his energy.

He was also easygoing, so he simply lay down next to her and took a nap.

On the official road, a traveling merchant was pushing a cart and preparing to refill his water bag when he got closer and saw a person lying motionless by the mountain stream beside the road.

The children clung to the trafficker's sleeves.

"Father, there's a beggar over there!"

The son, curious, asked, "Is he dead?"

The traffickers were also afraid it was a corpse, so they thought they should go a few steps further to fetch water. After staring at it for a few moments, they finally noticed that the man's chest was still rising and falling, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

I gave my son a lecture.

"They're alive, don't talk nonsense."

The vendor carefully opened the stopper of his water bag, filled it with water from the stream, and was about to leave with his children when suddenly someone grabbed his trouser leg.

His heart skipped a beat.

Turning his head, the vendor saw that the beggar they had been discussing, whether he was dead or not, had opened his eyes. His gaze was vacant, and upon closer inspection, nothing could be discerned.

The beggar asked him.

Which way do we go from Yunmeng Mountain?

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)