Xian Ao

Yu Zecheng slowly walked out of the gate of Happy Forest. Suddenly, a middle-aged man was carried out by four or five waiters, and then suddenly thrown outside.

The middle-aged man was dressed in white, smelling of alcohol, and his eyes were blurry. He was about forty years old, and his delicate face showed that he was definitely a handsome man. He was thrown to the ground, and he was still laughing, with a smile on his face. He has an evil attraction and carries a guqin behind his back.

He muttered:

"Wine, bring me some wine, a luminous cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, please play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?"

This is "Liangzhou Ci" written by Wang Han, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty in China, thousands of years ago. Everyone knows it. This man read aloud, full of madness, and looked so dashing, but Yu Zecheng wanted to turn around and leave silently. There were such drunkards and crazy people everywhere, so it was better not to pay attention to him.

Who knew that the man reached out and grabbed Yu Zecheng's arm and said:

"Boy, you have the spirit in hand and you have received such great benefits. Why do you have to treat me to a drink?"

Yu Zecheng couldn't help being stunned. When he caught him, he dodged several times, but he still caught him. Do you have the spirit in hand? Could it be that he was referring to the spiritual guide of the Xian Qin ruins?

Yu Huacheng wanted to take action, to break away from his grasp, mobilize blood energy, and control fireballs, but his arm was firmly grasped and he couldn't get rid of it. Moreover, Yu Huacheng found that the true energy in his body was motionless, as if there was none. , there was no reaction at all, the fierce Yu Zecheng knew that he had met a senior expert.

As soon as this thought occurred, the blood gang could not operate, and the Invisible Destruction Spiritual Consciousness Transformation Technique was activated. A spiritual thought came out of the body and instantly possessed the man opposite. Strangely enough, there was no phenomenon where other people with higher cultivation than Yu Zecheng could not possess him, nor was there a situation where his consciousness ran around randomly. Instead, he succeeded all of a sudden and entered the opponent's body, and then it was as if he was being possessed by someone. Divided into two, the two bodies are the same, which makes people feel extremely weird.

The man's expression darkened, and he said to himself in a voice that Yu Zecheng could not hear:

"It turns out you are a descendant of Lao An. Well, you have passed my test. You are qualified to enter the Immortal Qin Cave."

Then he said loudly:

"You're rich, why don't you treat me to a drink?"

Fight, if you can’t fight, run, if you can’t run, then drink. Yu Zecheng also smiled and shouted:

"Okay, I'll treat you to a drink today."

The man laughed and said:

"This is great. The kid is really open-minded."

He turned to the waiter at the door and said:

"Serve me wine. Ask the Drunken Immortal of Zifu to bring me six jars. Go to the inner treasury to get it for me. Don't fool people with fakes from outside. Then serve me some stir-fried field duck, five-color Beef tenderloin, grilled fish lips, pipa prawns, braised quail, mustard duck feet, honey tomatoes, and another assorted hot pot, hurry up and bring it up to me.”

The waiter didn't move and turned his head away. Zuixianren was the best wine in Happy Forest. It was worth twenty taels of silver a jar. This poor guy could afford it.

The man laughed, threw it away, and ten gold leaves flew over, saying:

"Not served yet?"

The waiter in the shop bit a gold leaf. A gold leaf with one or two weights can be exchanged for thirty taels of silver, and said hurriedly:

"Okay, please wait."

After saying that, he ran inside. The gold leaf was in Yu Zecheng's Qiankun bag. He took it out without knowing how. Yu Zecheng's heart skipped a beat. The man let go of Yu Zecheng and sat cross-legged on the ground. Yu Zecheng found that his clothes were whiter than snow. Even after he fell and crawled, there was no trace of dirt on his body, and he was still so white.

The man said:

"Boy, let me let you go? Why don't you leave?"

Yu Zecheng replied:

"It seems that the gold leaf belongs to me. Senior, you spent my money to treat you to a meal. Naturally, I also want to eat before I leave. My name is Yu Zecheng. May I ask your name."

The man smiled again and said:

"My name is Yang Se, you can also call me Qilang. Okay, little brother, thank you for your hospitality."

At this time, the waiter brought out all the drinks and dishes he asked for, and placed them all on the floor, as if he had placed them on the dining table in the hall. He did not feel at all that he had placed the food at the front door. It seemed that he was lucky. The method of ecstasy.

Yang Se grabbed the wine jar, opened it with a slap, and drank from it.

Yu Zecheng and Yang Se are currently at the gate of Happy Forest. People are coming and going around them. This is the most prosperous place in Linhai City. Today is the Lantern Festival, and there are countless pedestrians. But all the passers-by seemed to ignore the two of them, passing by them and never coming within three feet of them.

The clerk at Happy Forest did the same. He brought the food and wine to the gate and placed them on the ground, as if everything was normal, without any curiosity about how weird this was.

Yu Zecheng put everything in his eyes and knew that the Yang Se in front of him was definitely an expert. He should be a master in the foundation building stage and not much weaker than Yaxiang. It is said that masters in the Golden Core stage have strange phenomena in their bodies, just like the water mist that I saw on the body of Master Xixin. Looking at him like this, he is no different from me. He should not have such a high level of cultivation.

Yang Se took a big gulp of Zuixianren, drank half the jar in one go, and then said:

"Happy, happy."

Then he took off the huqin from his back and placed it on his chest. At first glance, Yu Zecheng saw that the huqin was a three-stringed instrument, a guitar unique to Western Chu, and a cello popular in the ancient Qin Dynasty.

Yu Zecheng asked curiously:

"What's this?"

Yang Se placed the piano on his chest. The thumb of his left hand should be placed on the center line of the back of the piano. Hold the handle of the piano in the palm of his hand. The other fingers should be placed on the piano grid in a semicircle, and the fingertips should be pressed vertically. String, touch the string with the left side of your right hand. Put your palm down naturally facing the piano hole, with four fingers pointing to the ground and the thumb slightly toward the handle of the piano.

Then he started to tune, and "dong, dong, dong" three levels of different sound quality came out. Yang Se moved his fingers with both hands, and the piano made a beautiful sound. Then he said:

"The name of this piano is Hu Qin. It was created by Gongsun Xiaobai. It is divided into five dimensions and twelve strings. Thank you for sending me the wine. Let me sing you a song."

Then he sang in a long voice, his voice was high-pitched, heroic, and desolate, soaring into the sky:

"The bright moon shines brightly, its glow candles my bed.

Worrying people can't sleep, how long will the gloomy night be?

The breeze blows in the boudoir, and the curtains flutter.

He wears his clothes and drags his long belt, and wears his clothes and shoes under the high hall.

The east and west are settled, wandering and hesitating.

Spring birds fly south and soar alone.

The mournful sound orders the couple, and the wailing hurts my intestines.

Feeling things and thinking about things, tears suddenly stain my clothes.

Standing there, chanting loudly, expressing your anger and complaining to God. "

The voice was heartbreaking and heartbreaking. Yang Se played the piano and sang loudly. Yu Zecheng suddenly felt that he was a person with a story. Today was the Lantern Festival. He must have been moved by the scene and couldn't extricate himself. He was just someone he found at random. A listener, having no money to drink, and being a great Qin Ling Yin are just excuses for him.

Yang Se sang a song. Normally, people would have gathered around to watch the excitement, but no one seemed to hear or see. They walked by them, as if Yang Se and Yu Ze were in another world.

Yu Huacheng was still immersed in the singing just now. In fact, he was immersed in his own Invisible Destruction and Divine Consciousness Transformation Technique. Only then did Yu Zecheng know the true use of his Invisible Destruction Divine Consciousness Transformation Technique. He had just occupied the Yang Se sang a song, and his experience with the Huqin and his control of the Huqin instantly became Yu Zecheng's own experience, and Yu Zecheng already knew the Huqin well.

What if instead of playing the piano, what if you were occupying the body of a master of cultivating immortals and feeling the magical skills used by the master? Then wouldn’t it happen instantly? Yu Zecheng's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this. Could it be that the real purpose of this formless destruction and transformation of spiritual consciousness is to learn Dafa? Can you learn everything instantly?

Yu Zecheng also picked up another jar of wine and opened his mouth to drink. After two sips, Yang Se said:

"You realize it, you seem to be the only one in Lao An's lineage for a hundred years. Those fools know the treasure but don't know it. What do you think, do you want to play a song?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"Give me the Huqin, and I'll play one for you too."

Yang Se looked at Yu Zecheng with a half-smile but not a smile. Yu Zecheng took Yang Se's huqin, held it in his hand and started to tune it. As expected, this huqin has twelve strings, divided into five groups. No wonder it is called five-dimensional twelve strings. .

Yu Zecheng picked up the huqin, and he was still unfamiliar with it for the first two times. After two times, all of Yang Se's experience of playing the huqin came to his mind. It seemed that his idea was true. From now on, he would possess the chef of Happy Forest. I will learn how to cook, become a tailor in a silk and satin shop, and know how to make clothes myself. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel happy, plucked the strings of the piano, and opened my mouth to sing:

“I have been owed the promise of Qingshan for a long time, but now I still get what I want.

I heard about the Yuqing Cave, where the golden slips received the mysterious urn.

I have been traveling to heaven for a long time, traveling in the clouds and staying in Xixia.

In ordinary times, you can make light decisions and touch the stones to make music in the air.

The ancient stone altar of immortals is surrounded by moss surrounding the Qingyao bureau.

Yanggui Lingyan is purple, Yinluo is green with water.

I heard the Alchemy Sutra in another life, and the hanging spring was marked with jade.

In front of the Jingyu people, I live in solemnity during the day.

Ask me what I will say and smile to myself.

Then the clouds rose from the body, and I looked up to see a pair of white swans.

A piece of paper was dropped, and the writing resembled the feet of a bird.

If you look at it without recognizing it, it will return three times and come back again and again.

When you come back and ask the alchemists, no one in the world can interpret it.

Why be like a mayfly and then become a worm.

What a despicable official and wanderer, your body and mind are both humiliated.

If you can't reach the deadline, you will sing songs and knock on the trees in the mountains. "

Li Yi's "Visiting the Immortals" was sung slowly in Yu Zecheng's mouth, with a somewhat hoarse accent, accompanied by his yearning for the immortals, his confidence in the future, and his determination to cultivate immortals. These beliefs became firmer and stronger little by little. Popped out, Yang Se nodded slightly, couldn't help but sigh and said:

"It's a good thing, but it's too late. I'll knock on the trees with my song."

Then he took Yu Zecheng's huqin, took a sip of wine, and sang a song:

"The scenery is desolate, and the dangerous building stands alone facing the clear sky.

Song Yu responded to the sad autumn mood at that time.

The lonely smoke in the fishing market is cold and green, and the remaining leaves in the water village are dancing in sad red.

The Chu sky is vast, the waves are soaked in the setting sun, and thousands of miles are melting.

I miss the beauty when facing the wind, I look sad after leaving, and my eyebrows are narrowed.

It's a pity that the rain and clouds were all over the place that year.

The elegant and graceful posture is harmonious, the falling flowers and flowing water suddenly appear from the west to the east.

There is no hatred and hatred, but love and affection, and I will give my all to Zhenghong.

…”

Yang Se's lyrics and music are full of sadness, as if he is recounting his own experience, as if he is remembering his relatives and lovers in the past, and as if he is warning Yu Zecheng that as long as he embarks on this path of cultivating immortality, his hometown, relatives, parents, and brothers may be gone, and from now on When heaven and man were separated and never met, Yu Zecheng was moved by the scene and burst into tears while listening.

Yang Se sang slowly, then put down the huqin, raised the wine jar and started drinking wildly. Yu Zecheng also picked up the wine jar and started drinking wildly, then threw out a handful of gold leaves and said:

"Give me some wine and five altars of Drunken Immortals."

Then he picked up the Huqin and stood up this time. Yu Zecheng forgot all about the Huqin and the posture, and shouted at the top of his throat:

"A hero does not need to ride thousands of horses, a hero does not have to hang his two spears. The natural beauty will chase each other.

It flies over with the eagle osprey. I was dissatisfied with my trip to Jiuqu, so I whipped myself to the west plain of Macheng.

Suddenly I heard the sound of Yan Yan going away, returning to his saddle and carrying him to level the cemetery. Returning to the brothel, the song is half over,

The beauty is as beautiful as gold. The young man from Huaiyin looked no better than him, leaning against the market gate while drunk and half-smiling.

Know that I have an uneven complexion, and the sun is about to fall into the world of mortals. Life and death are so easy,

Success or failure can be expressed in just one word. Young people should not ask each other when they drink. In this process, revenge is also repayment of kindness. "

He held the Huqin so hard that it made a "kaka" sound. After singing the song, Yu Zecheng's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his whole body felt extremely comfortable. Yu Zecheng sat down, raised the wine jar, and began to pour wine into his mouth. No matter who he is or what his purpose is, at this moment, it is enough for him to meet his soulmate while drinking.

In this way, under the eyes of tens of millions of people, the two of them toasted, drank, and sang to their heart's content.