Several children in green clothes rowed a boat and loaded Buji on board. The boat made gentle ripples in the pond.
Wu Jiru fell into a dream and reached out to touch the water. It was a little cold. He pinched himself and gasped in pain: "Hiss...it hurts so much. This is not a dream!"
The boat seemed to be slow but was actually very fast, as if it was crossing the river of time and was reaching the other side in a blink of an eye.
"Ta! Ta!" Tong'er knocked on the wooden pulp on the string of the boat, and the clear sound woke Wuji as if he was in a dream.
He was so busy that he landed on the shore, fell to his knees with a plop, and quietly looked at the three "immortals" in the court.
Children had already come forward, set the table and futon, served melons and fruits, and poured wine.
"Please take your seat, distinguished guest!" said a boy in Tsing Yi.
Wu Ji saw the three immortals drinking by themselves without looking at him. After thinking for a moment, he bowed and followed Tong Er to sit down cautiously.
After a while, the banquet became lively again, and the three immortals paid no attention to him. They just kept talking to each other.
Zhuang Toutuo said: "Although the pavilions and pavilions of our ancestors and the Huating Lotus Pond are good, they are a bit dark. Wait for me to cast a spell..."
Before he finished speaking, the white-haired old man stopped and said: "Why bother my dear grandson to change these dead things? I have a wonderful skill, let's see!"
After saying this, the octogenarian took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, cut it into a circle, chanted a mantra, blew a breath, and threw the round paper into the sky.
The round paper automatically moved without wind, swaying and flying up to the sky, and emitted light. Suddenly, it was a bright moon, illuminating every detail in the pavilion.
"It's wonderful, the shape changes, the paper is cut into the moon, the master has a wonderful skill, the disciple admires it." The yellow-robed Taoist priest said in admiration.
When the white-haired old man heard this, he stroked his long beard proudly and said: "They are all from Dunjia Qimen, they are not worthy of praise, they are not worthy of praise!"
"I heard that there is a fairy in neon clothes in the heaven. Whenever the moon is full, she runs to the moon, performs a dance in neon clothes, offers it to the Emperor of Heaven, and serves the Supreme Being in the Heavenly Palace..." The Tutuo shook his head and said.
He cupped his hands towards the Taoist priest in yellow and said, "Today is when our master is coming. He is a rare and sincere man. Master, you might as well show off your wonderful skills and see it with your master!"
The Taoist priest in yellow nodded and smiled, silently conveying the spiritual light of the ten generals, blowing the breath of Dharma, throwing out two chopsticks, and shouted: "Change!"
"Huhu..." gusts of wind sounded, and the mist in the pavilion was so thick that almost no one could see his fingers.
That little bit of spiritual light was Dragon Yu, the god of the liver orifice. At this time, he received the magical power of the immortal family, came out of the body, and manifested a holy transformation with chopsticks.
After a while, the dense fairy mist subsided, and a cloud-topped palace lady with flowing clouds and long sleeves emerged from the spot.
If asked how this fairy was, Wuji would already be drooling at the sight, holding the cup blankly, but there are no words to describe its beauty, but he just said in his heart that it is difficult to find such an enchanting beauty in the world.
But it was Liu Qiao who changed it based on his memory and thinking about the appearance of a female star in his previous life.
How it looks like:
The green posture is made up of emeralds, and the red face is made of rouge. The starry eyes are still shining, and the eyebrows are beautiful and even.
Wear a light plain pleated skirt underneath, a smoky red gauze top, embroidered shoes with curved phoenix mouths, and silk stockings with brocade mud.
She is as enchanting and delicate as a girl on the rooftop, and she is no match for the pretty concubine in the Yin Zhou Palace.
Xian'e's slender waist twists, her neck turns, and she looks and looks full of charm. She moves her lotus steps lightly and performs a graceful "dance of neon clothes."
"The immortals call out... they fly to the moon and call back, and I call out in the cold world!" The song is clear and clear, as strong as a flute.
After the dance, the fairy picked up the wine pot and poured wine with the immortals.
When he walked to the edge of Bukit, he had a dull look on his face, just looking at the slender hands with skin as soft as suet, pouring wine for himself.
The tip of my nose sniffed the scent of orchid and musk, and then I realized that all this was true, and I quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth.
Seeing his naive appearance, Xian'e smiled sweetly at him.
Ever since he was born, Wuji had never seen such a beauty. He was so crazy that he wanted to pull the sleeves of the fairy.
"Sir, you are drunk, haha..." Xian'e pulled back her sleeves and said with a smile.
After saying that, he turned around and walked in the pavilion, bowed to the three immortals and said: "All the immortals have a drink, but the servants were afraid that the Emperor of Heaven would summon them, so they left first..."
"Huhu..."
Another whistling mist flashed by, Wu Ji wiped his eyes, and there was some fairy Gong'e there.
There was only one chopstick, bouncing around and landing on the table of the Taoist priest in yellow.
The white-haired old man stroked his palm and smiled and said: "My disciple's technique is wonderful. It is lifelike, both in form and spirit. Even among the three religions, there are few such exquisite transformation techniques."
"Master is overrated, but I was lucky enough to make it initially. It's good for singing and dancing, but it won't be of much use if it's for attacking and protecting the body." The Taoist priest in yellow said modestly.
Wu Ji was confused when he heard what they said, and he didn't know what they meant by these terms, but it took him a while to understand it.
Judging from their respective titles, these three immortals are obviously of the same generation.
The white-haired old man Jiang Taigong is the ancestor, the Taoist priest in yellow is his apprentice, and the fat and strong Toutuo is the youngest and belongs to the disciples and grandchildren.
Wuji thought for a moment, and according to his logic, the older you are, the higher your seniority, and the longer you practice, the more powerful your magic power will be.
He remembered that he was still worried about his life, and he did not care to appreciate these magical skills of the immortal family. Seeing that the three of them ignored him for a long time, he had the courage to stand up and "plop" and knelt down in the pavilion.
"My dear immortals, my dear Wuji lives in the southern suburbs of Xiqi. I'm sorry that I could not recognize a real immortal in the presence of a mortal before..." Wuji tremblingly recounted his previous experiences.
When Fat Toutuo heard this, he sneered and said: "You are a mortal, you have eyes that cannot recognize gold and jade. I would like to remind you that you first scolded my master and then wanted to hit me. What can you say now?"
Wu Ji was horrified when he heard this, and hurriedly raised his head and choked: "I would also like to invite three great immortals. Don't worry about the mistakes of small people. I have pity on me and it is not easy to survive. If I die and there is no one to serve my mother at home, please save me!"
Jiang Shang didn't seem to notice, still holding the cup and drinking by himself.
Liu Qiao smiled and said, "Seeing that his nature is not bad, Master, please be merciful and give him a way to survive, and we will see how he behaves in the future."
When Jiang Shang saw his eldest apprentice speaking, he also nodded. He turned around, looked at Wu Ji, and said, "It's hard to change. If you want me to save you, you must worship me as your master."
When Wu Ji heard this, his worries turned into joy. If he could worship the immortal as his teacher, he would definitely be able to survive. He kowtowed hurriedly and said: "Master, Master, please save me!"
Jiang Shang just nodded, but did not answer.
The Taoist priest in yellow on the side twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Wu, please go home quickly, dig a hole under the bed, as long as your body, lie down in it and fall asleep, and let your mother sprinkle some uncooked rice and cover it with thatch. superior."
"Yes...yes!" Wuji quickly wrote it down.
Jiang Shang then said: "Go quickly, we have our own methods in this room. When the time is over, you will be fine if you come out again."
Wu Ji kowtowed to Jiang Shang three times, bowed to Liu Qiao, and bowed to Chang Long.
When he walked to the pavilion and looked at the rippling water in the pond, he felt troubled. He was a mountain man and could not row a boat since he was a child.
"ah…"
Just as he was worrying about how to survive, he was suddenly kicked in the back. Wuji screamed in fright and fell into the water with a "plop".
"Ah...uh...am I okay?"
Wuji panicked, thrashing around with his hands and feet, thinking he was about to drown. When he came to his senses, he discovered that there were still some pavilions and ponds with lotus leaves.
Looking around, he was standing in a fenced yard, with the sun shining brightly in the sky, and several thatched huts behind him, with their doors slightly closed.
"Could it be a ghost attack?"
It was a bit creepy to see the empty silence all around, the bamboo forest filled with mist, and the surrounding Bukit Daring.
"It's impossible. It's a clear day and there's no ghosts. I know Mr. Jiang, he's definitely not a ghost..."
Wu Ji shook his head, getting rid of the absurd thoughts in his mind, thinking about what the immortal told him, and hurriedly hurried back.
…
In the hut.
All the visions have returned to calm, so why are there dozens of acres of courtyards, pavilions, waterside pavilions, and flower pavilions, with only a few ghosts and children serving tea?
There was a bamboo table with Liu Qiao and three people sitting around it.
Liu Qiao twisted his beard and said: "Master's method of changing one's appearance and scenery, cutting paper into the moon, is really powerful. We, the Qi Refiners, can't tell the difference even if we are in the trap."
"In just a few years, you have developed Dao Qi magic power and learned a Taoist skill. You are blessed with great blessings. It's wonderful, wonderful." Jiang Shang glanced at Liu Qiao with satisfaction and couldn't help but praise him.
Only Chang Long was puzzled: "Master wants to accept him as his disciple, just to put it bluntly, why do you want us to practice Taoism and coax his eyes?"
Jiang Shang smiled and said nothing.
Liu Qiao said: "Wu Ji is a man with good abilities, but his temperament is too bad. He is resentful of heaven and earth, meddlesome, and has resentment in his heart. His stance is not firm enough. If we don't scare him like this, I'm afraid he won't listen to discipline in the future."
Jiang Shang also nodded, my eldest disciple understands my thoughts.
He smiled and said: "Now that he has seen my immortal magic, he must be fascinated by it. Only with such single-minded focus can he sincerely learn it."