Not long after, Dongzang, Liu Liying and Shi Hanyin who went up the mountain cooked a table of delicacies. Yu Wanning took out a few jars of apricot blossom wine brewed by Dongzang from the cellar. It was a genuine ten-year-old wine.
The demon tribe did not find the cellar after attacking the mountain, so the apricot blossom wine survived. Now it is best to use it to entertain Tang Guangjun after ten years of absence.
Lin Zhao asked Zhang Luobai and Zhuang Yirong to invite Gu Lingyu for a drink on the mountain. Soon after, Gu Lingyu went up the mountain.
After that, Lin Zhao took out a jar of Dongting Zizhu Wine and two jars of Red Bamboo Wine, and gave them to Tang Guangjun. The specifications were not as high as usual, so that Tang Guangjun was a little carried away and almost forgot that he was still the last person to be enshrined.
Just when everyone was about to use their chopsticks to eat, a hazy figure appeared in Shannan.
It was an old man with a cane in his hand and a sword hanging from his waist. His hair was disheveled and his face was very hazy. He couldn't see his face clearly. He seemed a little confused. He wandered around the mountainside for a long time before he climbed to the top of the mountain.
On the southern cliff of the Villa, when he stood on the large stone flat and looked ahead, everything seemed familiar.
"Is this here?"
His voice was a little sobbing, and he said to himself: "Is... are you going home?"
"oops!"
Not far away, a young swordsman suddenly pulled out his sharp sword and shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "Ghost, ghost, ghost, the woodshed is haunted. Zhuang Yirong, come here and save the dead together with me."
!”
"???"
Zhuang Yirong walked over and looked at the blurry figure in surprise.
"You...you..."
The old man looked at the young girl, his memory was blurred, and after ten years of separation, he could no longer recognize Zhang Luobai and Zhuang Yirong, and said: "Who are you... I'm looking for... I'm looking for Lin Zhao..."
"Mountain Master!"
Zhuang Yirong looked back at Lin Zhao, who was standing in front of Tiantianju about to eat, and said: "The mountain is haunted, come and take a look..."
"ah?"
Lin Zhao hurriedly brought Zhu Zhi, Yu Wanning, Huang Tingyu, Tang Guangjun and others to arrive. When he saw the shadow, Lin Zhao immediately felt that he had seen it before. After carefully identifying the opponent's Qi veins, he suddenly felt
After confirming who the other party was, he stepped forward, held the old man's arm, and said: "Han... Old Sword Immortal Han, is that you?"
"me……"
The old man's consciousness was quite vague, but he looked very familiar to Lin Zhao. Although he was a ghost, strands of mist-like tears flowed down his face, and he said: "Lin Zhao... is that you?"
"Old Sword Immortal Han..."
Lin Zhao's tears were about to fall, and he turned around quickly: "Ling Yu, help!"
"Yes, little uncle."
In a wisp of breeze, Gu Lingyu's figure appeared in front of Han Buyu. Looking at Han Buyu's miserable appearance, Gu Lingyu sighed. He raised his hand and pulled out a white leaf from the void, then crushed it.
It turned into spiritual energy and penetrated Han Buyu's body. Suddenly, Han Buyu's soul energy became more abundant, and his face became more solid, no longer like a pure ghost.
For a time, Han Buyu's consciousness suddenly became much clearer.
He looked at the group of people around him and burst into tears: "I have really found my home... Lin Zhao, Zhi Zhi, Lao Huang, Lao Tang, and Director Gu, and... you are all still here.
?”
"Well, those who were lucky enough to survive are all here." Gu Lingyu nodded with a smile.
Lin Zhao's eyes were red: "Old Sword Immortal Han, I didn't expect that you still have a soul in heaven and earth. Please tell me how you have been these past few years. Why have you fallen to this point?"
"I……"
Han Buyu felt a little guilty and said: "Back then, after the sword was drawn, the golden body was shattered, leaving only a trace of residual soul floating on the snowy Tianchi. After witnessing everyone die one after another, the soul power became weaker and weaker.
, and later, with a wisp of breeze, I was sent to the boundary river of Yin and Yang. I probably had some merit, and heaven and earth wanted to give me a chance to reincarnate. However... the Lord of the River who guarded the boundary river seemed to have a chance and did not dare to take it.
The undead souls of the human race went to the Netherworld and sent me back. In the past ten years, I have been wandering between heaven and earth, and my consciousness has become increasingly blurred. But in the end... I found it again. It feels so good to be home...
…”
For a moment, Tong Yu and Dong Zang were in tears, and Zhu Zhi, Yu Wan Ning, Shi Han Yin and others also had red eyes.
"Old Han!"
Tang Guangjun stepped forward, hugged the old swordsman Han's shoulders, and said with a smile: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. Otherwise, you are lucky, don't say anything else, go back to the mountain to drink!"
"right."
Lin Zhao said with a smile: "Tang Guangjun has returned, and we have prepared a table of wine to celebrate. It just so happens that Han Laojianxian has also returned, so let's celebrate together. Let's go back and drink first."
"Drink...good!"
Old Sword Immortal Han nodded happily. How could a naturally drunk person refuse this?
While Lin Zhao helped Han Buyu move forward, he said to Gu Lingyu in his heart: "Can Old Sword Immortal Han drink as a ghost now? Is there any way?"
"If you have a way to replenish your spirit, it's the same as drinking with the gods." Gu Lingyu crushed another white leaf and quietly helped Han Buyu replenish his spiritual body.
"Ling Yu..."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Old Sword Immortal Han is back now, but he has lost the seal of heaven and earth, and only one soul is left. Is there any way we can make him stay in the snowy Tianchi again?"
"There is a way, but I don't know if it will work."
Gu Lingyu smiled and said: "Young master uncle, you can try to write a memorial poem for the old swordsman Han. Now you have the Haoran Golden Order, and you are also a disciple of the Confucian sage Qin Suihan, and you have accumulated a lot of great merits.
, when there is a way to speak the law, write the sacrificial inscription and burn it for Old Sword Immortal Han, and express the merits of Old Sword Immortal Han to heaven and earth, there is a high chance that you can ask for an imperial edict for the old Sword Immortal."
"Okay, let's drink first!"
"Um!"
…
After the group sat down, Lin Zhaoxian led everyone to drink three glasses of wine. After that, Tang Guangjun began to tell the reasons why he could be reborn. When he said that he died in Jiuzhangyuan and returned to his shirt, everyone's eyes were filled with tears.
Red, everyone present, without any exception, had experienced life and death ten years ago. Even Gao Zhi and Yu Wanning were beaten to the point of death before being sent to Zhao Shutong.
And when Tang Guangjun spoke to Han Xin and Ding Muchen worked together to restore his physical body with the body of a spiritual beast and let him enter the martial arts temple, Lin Zhao couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He didn't know how many things happened in heaven while he was in the world, but the three of them...
Senior brother has indeed done too many things for the human race.
If possible, he really wanted to meet the third senior brother. Cook a pot of rabbit meat, venison or something, and have a drink with the third senior brother. This should be a great pleasure in his life.
"What are your plans for the future?" Lin Zhao asked.
Tang Guangjun thought for a while and said: "This time I said goodbye to the master and came to the lower world, I didn't plan to go back in a hurry. I, Tang Guangjun, am from the mountain top garden. I knew that the mountain master had other plans, so Tang Guangjun stayed with the mountain master and waited for his orders.
, when the mountain master doesn’t need it anymore, I will go back to the Zuting Martial Temple to eat cold pig head meat. In short, I am a member of the mountain top garden, and I can’t change it in this life.”
"OK."
Lin Zhao nodded and smiled: "After rebirth, I am enlightened and reliable!"
Tang Guangjun grinned, clasped his fists and said: "Learn the principles of life from the mountain master, climb higher step by step, and be open-minded. These are what you should do."
Huang Tingyu pinched his nose: "Brother Tang, can you give me another bowl of Zizhu wine?"
Tang Guangjun was very open-minded. He picked up the wine jar and gave Huang Tingyu a bowl. Then he saw Old Jianxian Han handing over an empty bowl. Tang Guangjun smiled happily and filled it up. To be honest, Han Jianxian touched it and handed it over.
Although Buyu's level was low, Tang Guangjun admired his heart for wielding swords for the human race. After all, he was a military strategist and was born with hot blood.
…
After dinner.
Everyone found their own places to go. Some were meditating in the bamboo forest, some were lying on the branches in the apricot forest and fell asleep, and some were stepping on a lotus leaf on the water with one foot, warming and nourishing their fists without moving.
"Son."
In the study, Liu Liying chuckled softly and lit the candle for Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao spread out a piece of white paper and began to write a memorial tribute to Han Laojianxian. His expression was quite serious, and he was very cautious in choosing words and sentences. On the one hand, he wanted to describe Han Buyu's life from more than a hundred years ago to today.
The merits and virtues should be written down one by one. On the other hand, the state of mind should be sincere, and it is just a matter of paying tribute to Han Buyu. It will not give rise to too much utilitarianism.
If you have too much utilitarianism, anything you do will appear dishonest.
Fortunately, Lin Zhao was in a good mood. Although Han Bu's literary background was low, he was still someone whom Lin Zhao respected, so he was extremely sincere in his choice of words and sentences, and he wrote the entire memorial almost in one go.
"Son."
Liu Liying pursed her red lips and said, "Young Master is very talented in literature."
"Where, where..."
Lin Zhao scratched his head and said: "Actually, many of the sentences are excerpted from Su Shi's poems about Huang. Hahaha, I think it is actually very suitable to apply to the old swordsman Han."
Liu Liying smiled lightly: "In short, it was written by the young master, and it is the best in the world."
Lin Zhao looked helpless, looking at this fanatical fan helplessly.
…
Late at night, he walked out of his natural residence and carved a memorial tablet for Han Buyu with his flying sword. After visiting the lotus pond, he immediately lit a fire, missing some ingots and candles, and then took out the sacrificial inscriptions and carefully burned them.
.
Sure enough, just when the memorial inscriptions started to be burned, there were wisps of golden light in the sky.
"ah?"
Han Buyu stood beside Lin Zhao, dumbfounded. How could he have thought that Lin Zhao, who was only in the eleventh realm, could actually have the legendary ability to speak and speak.
"Shuashuashua——"
In the air, strands of golden text hung down, all of which were sacrificial texts written by Lin Zhao. The heaven and earth trembled slightly, and a majestic Dao Qi machine descended from the sky, beginning to seal Han Buyu.
In the blink of an eye, Han Buyu's soul opened his hands, and strands of golden text were dressing him up in a set of golden armor and robes. The sword hanging on his waist also turned into a golden sword. In less than a few breaths, Han
Wuyu has actually reshaped his golden body, and his realm has become the twelfth realm in one fell swoop, and the title he received turned out to be the Tiger of Tianchi Mountain!
"ah?"
Lin Zhao frowned. He originally thought that the person conferred would be someone like the Rain Master, but he never thought that it would be the Tiger of Tianchi Mountain. In this case, Lord Su Shan should take his place!
