At about midnight, I suddenly heard someone whispering in my ear: "Young Master Chang, Young Master Chang, wake up quickly."

The sound was very close, as if it was pressed against his ears. Chang Jin woke up and found that there was no one in the room. He pushed open the door and saw the Taoist priest standing in the atrium, looking at the dark sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Xuandong turned his head and said, "I was so happy to drink in the tavern before. Mr. Chang is willing to choose a quiet place with me and drink a few more cups?"

"What's wrong?" Chang Jin was also very curious about this sloppy Taoist, so he naturally nodded and agreed.

Dong Xuan reached into the cloth he carried with him and quickly grabbed a futon for meditation. The futon immediately became bigger after it landed on the ground, and it was as big as a millstone for a moment, which was very strange.

Seeing the curious light flashing in Chang Jin's eyes, Xuandong smiled: "Young Master Chang can stand up, I'll take you to have a tour in the air."

When he stood on the cushion, Xuandong stretched out his hand and the cushion immediately flew up and came to mid-air in a blink of an eye.

The ability to control magic weapons is at least in the realm of a true immortal. For no reason, Chang Jin remembered Hu Dahai he met. The fox could also control magic weapons to fly. I don’t know which level is higher and which level is lower.

Although the high-altitude gale was flying, there was no fear on Chang Jin's face, which made Taoist Xuandong look up a few more times.

Little did he know that he had already reached the realm of ghost immortals, and it was as common as the Yin God left his body. In this situation, he naturally did not fear it.

However, what made Chang Jin even more strange was that the magic pen in Nizhan Palace could cover up the spiritual energy or something, and even this Taoist priest could not sense the abnormality in his body.

It’s just that I was taken into the illusion by that scroll before, why did the magic pen not respond at all?

Chang Jin was very puzzled and did not show any sign of it.

When the cushion was walking above the top of the mountain, Xuandong stretched out his hand and landed on a large stone.

At this time, there is no moon in the sky, and the night is lonely.

The Taoist of Xuandong smiled and said, "Young Master Chang wait a moment and wait for me to make some arrangements."

After saying that, he took out a pair of scissors from the cloth, cut the yellow paper with a knife, and cut the yellow paper into a circle in a moment. Xuandong saw the magic trick in hand and threw the yellow paper into the air.

But I saw the yellow paper spreading in the wind, hovering in the air, like a round of mirrors.

After a while, a trace of faint light radiated from the paper mirror, illuminating the surrounding area by more than ten feet in a radius.

Looking up, it seemed that the full moon was really hanging high. The bright light awakened several night birds living in the old trees and made a few crisp cry from afar.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Chang Jin couldn't help but be amazed when he saw it. Taoist magical powers were indeed unpredictable. Especially the cloth that he carried with him was like a treasure chest, and everything could be taken out.

"Young Master Chang, what's this scene?" Seeing that the other party showed a longing and fascinated look, Xuandong asked proudly.

"People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the spring mountains are empty in the night. The moon rises and the birds are shocked, and they sing in the spring stream." Chang Jin chanted softly.

Before becoming a monk, Taoist Xuandong also read a lot of poetry and books, so he could naturally understand the artistic conception of this poem. In the spring night, the bright moon and the mountain birds, a few sentences, all the scenery around him were included, and it did not give people a sense of being piled up. Instead, it felt very natural. It felt a faint Taoist tranquility and naturally inside.

"A good poem, the young master is indeed deeply in love with Taoism." After savoring it carefully, he couldn't help but praise it. In his opinion, this kind of poem that is in harmony with the situation naturally could not have been prepared by Chang Jin in advance. It should have been picked up at will and obtained occasionally. It is precisely this way that Chang Jin's literary spirit is more and more powerful, with this great fortune.

In the bottom of my heart, Xuandong looked up to Chang Jin a little more and made up his mind to put him in the door.

"Young Master Chang's poem makes people feel moved when I hear it, and it will be a big deal." After saying that, the sloppy Taoist reached out and took out a wine pot and two wine glasses from the cloth.

When the cool liquid is poured out, a faint fragrance of wine immediately wafts out. Obviously, this is the best wine.

"Young Master Chang, please" Chang Jin reached out and took it, "Thank you for the wine." He put the wine under his nose, and the wine was filled with fragrance, making people feel intoxicated when they smelled it.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and drank this glass. It was indeed a good wine! In this way, the two of them drank one cup at a time. They drank so quickly, but the wine in the pot was always full, but there was no decrease. After seeing the magic of the old Taoist, Chang Jin didn't find it strange, just to think it was a Taoist method.

When he was drunk, the Taoist Xuandong suddenly laughed at the sky and pointed at the bright moon in the air and cursed: "God, I am still alive, so what if you are tall and arrogant... Haha, after all, it's just a plan... In the end, it's still empty."

Although he only met the sloppy Taoist twice, the other party always gave him an unfathomable image of immortality. Now that he is in this mood, Chang Jin has just seen him with a true color, and I don’t know what sad things are there.

But Chang Jin didn't dissuade him and held his own cup and drank slowly.

After a long time, the sloppy Taoist woke up, and his eyes became a little more lonely: "Young Master Chang, even though there is the bright moonlight, how can you drink alone and be lonely? It is better to call a few beauties to accompany you."

After saying that, he took out the scroll from the cloth and stretched out his hand. The maids in the scroll walked out of it. At first, they were less than one foot long. When their feet fell to the ground, their bodies swelled sharply, and they were as high as ordinary people in the blink of an eye.

But I saw a few maids twisting their waists, and their bare hands were dancing in a colorful dress not far away. One of them danced and sang: "Are you fairy, but you are? And I am in the vast cold..."

The sound was crisp, like a flute playing. Sing a song, and the dancing maids returned to the scroll and finally disappeared.

The lingering sound was dark, and Chang Jin woke up for a moment. Just as he was about to praise him, he found that the sloppy Taoist had already burst into tears at some point. It was obvious that the sad past was evoked in the song just now. I just don't know when he was sad.

Seeing him looking at him, Xuandong also woke up: "Young Master Chang, don't blame me, the old Taoist has lost his composure!"

"The Taoist priest is so strange." Chang Jin replied. It can be seen that this old Taoist is also a person with a story.

"Have you had enough fun tonight, Mr. Chang? If you have enough fun, I'll take you back." When he returned to the hotel, Chang Jin thought the other party would mention the matter of accepting him as his disciple again.

But I knew that the Taoist Xuandong seemed to suddenly forget it, and he didn't talk about it until he left.

When Wang Qinian woke up the next day, he searched for Taoist Master Xuandong everywhere and found that the other party had already left.

This made him cry out regrets and said that he had missed a fairy fate.

After breakfast, several people boarded the carriage and continued their journey. After leaving Tongqu County, the official road became bumpy. Their travel speed was significantly slowed down. After several days, they finally arrived at the boundary of Wanshan Prefecture.

Just seeing the sky was gloomy, the few people were in a hurry to go on their way, and missed the hotel in the evening, so they had to stay at a farmer's house.

At this speed, you can reach the city in half a day.

After using the meals briefly in the evening, Chang Jin and Wang Qinian were sitting in the room chatting. Suddenly, a rumbling sound was heard above his head, and then he felt the soil in the room fall down.

The spring thunder sounded, and the swallows were shocked and the snakes were shocked.

Somehow, Chang Jin felt that the thunder came from strangely, which made people feel an indescribable sense of depression in his heart.

Not long after the thunder sounded, raindrops as big as beans fell down.

After a few breaths, the yard was covered with water, and even the house started to rain.

In this way, Chang Jin was even less sleepy, so he simply opened the window and stood in the house to watch the rain.

During thunderstorms, his spiritual sense dared not be released. Even so, he could feel the huge underground energy moving as the thunder sounded, flying in the void.

The heavy rain and thunder sounded in the middle of the night and did not stop until dawn.

When a few people pushed the door out the next day, they found that the yard was full of water, and the road outside the door was even muddy. Not to mention the carriage running, it was difficult for pedestrians to go.

If there was only Chang Jin, he would naturally not be afraid. Unfortunately, Wang Qinian and his servant had to stop here and wait for Tianqing Road to work. The few of them stayed at the farmer's house and did nothing. However, Huo Laogen, who was in charge, wore a straw raincoat early in the morning and carried a shovel to the fields to dig the soil. Last night, there was a lot of rain, and the fields must have been filled with water. If they were not removed early, all a few acres of wheat would have been drowned.

Therefore, after every rain, as long as farmers with fields go check it out.

It was time for dinner, Huo Laogen still had not returned. The host had not returned, and the guest could only wait patiently.

I don’t know when the carriage will be opened on this road, but I feel embarrassed to eat and live for free. Before the meal, Chang Jin took out a tael of silver to the farmer, which was considered as paying the food expenses.

Seeing that her husband had not returned for a long time, the wife of Huo Laogen's family hurriedly sent her eldest son Huo Shitou to the fields to find her husband.

Unexpectedly, Huo Shitou was gone and never returned. When he was worried, he heard the sound of gongs outside the door, and a loud voice shouted: "Everyone, come out and see, Thunder God showed his power last night and killed a snake demon!"

Upon hearing this news, farmers nearby rushed out.
Chapter completed!