I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 228 Reunion, Immortal Wine (+8)

The murmurs around them abruptly ceased. They looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Finally, it was his wife who spoke up.

"Young Master Yan... was buried four years ago."

Zeng Yuze had just woken up and was still confused, so he hadn't yet understood what was being said.

Seeing the sorrowful expressions on the faces of those around him, and that they were all silent, he was stunned.

The Zeng family was afraid that he would be frightened and have health problems, so they quickly comforted him and told him not to worry.

They also said that a master had arrived.

"With just a light tap on the coffin, I said it was time for my husband to wake up, and he did."

"Is it the one that you met back then, my lord?"

Following the crowd's directions, Zeng Yuze looked over.

The trees cast lush shadows, and the stream meanders gently.

But no one was seen.

Only his older brother stood there, stunned and bewildered.

……

……

After Zeng Xiaoshu apologized, he was about to go see his elder brother when Jiang She stopped him.

He smiled and said:
"Now that your family is reunited, I will not squeeze in with you. When your brother comes to his senses, tell him to come and drink again another day."

Jiang She sighed with emotion.

"He still owes me a good drink."

Before Uncle Zeng could reply, he beckoned to the others. They took only a few steps, but it seemed like they had gone a long way before their figures faded away.

Uncle Zeng gazed at the figure that had already disappeared from sight.

I was horrified.

Could the person who spoke to him just now be an immortal?
And the wine that his brother had been drinking for years, was it perhaps some kind of celestial wine?

Jiang She walked away slowly. He didn't want to interfere in other people's family affairs; he'd rather let them reunite on their own. The group entered the city. It was getting late, so Jiang She found a place to stay, paid, and checked in.

There was food in the mansion, so the group went downstairs, ordered a few dishes, and waited for the kitchen to prepare them.

Sanshui and Chuyi exchanged a glance.

I couldn't help but ask.

"Senior, was that person's sudden death the same as our master's and senior master's before?"

Back in Yunmeng Mountain, the sect leader, Master Jiwei, and his disciple Qingyun were once so drunk that they couldn't be woken up no matter how hard they tried. Both of them remembered it vividly.

It sounds the same as Zeng Yuze.

Jiang She had long known that the two children would ask questions, but it was beyond his expectations that they could hold it in for so long.

He nodded.

"They should be the same."

"However, cultivators are easier to refine." In addition, Jiang She himself was thinking about going to see the Fengchan ceremony, so he didn't meditate for long.

The old deer mountain god listened with a smile to their story of good fortune.

The two children were curious.

"What kind of wine is it?"

Jiang She smiled.

"We've already finished drinking it on the boat. I'll brew some more next time. You can try it when you're older."

Sanshui and Chuyi felt that they were already very old now, not just ten years old three years ago, when they were still children.

I didn't say this to my seniors.

Sanshui looked at the cat with affection, then looked around, took out a small brocade pouch from his bosom, found the piece of paper, and gently touched it.

The yellow paper cat's long tail brushed against their legs before it emerged from under the table.

The black cat immediately opened its eyes, sniffed carefully, and jumped over.

After a long time apart, the two cats frolicked and rolled around together. Sanshui watched, his eyes crinkling with laughter, and he and his junior brother secretly chuckled to themselves.

Not a moment.

The waiter brought over the dishes, steaming hot and fragrant. "All the dishes are served, please enjoy your meal!"

Jiang She lowered his head and set aside a small portion of food for the cat.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu ordered the best wine in the tavern. They had all their money in their trunks and didn't have much left. Li Bai even advised Yuan Danqiu to take off his Taoist robe—Yuan Danqiu was extravagant and even his Taoist robe was of excellent quality, which could be exchanged for a lot of money.

The old deer mountain god listened with a smile for a while, and only after they finished arguing did he take out a few pieces of silver from his pocket, which aroused the curiosity of the two men.

"When did the mountain god get money?"

"It's not surprising that some mountain produce can be exchanged for money," the old deer mountain god stroked his beard.

Jiang She listened with great interest to their follow-up questions.

The two cats played together until they got tired, then they remembered to eat. The black cat was generous and even shared some of its meat with the paper cat.

The two junior disciples, Sanshui and Chuyi, watched intently as they ate their meat and vegetables, chattering about their three years of cultivation. They mentioned that their master had punished them by making them kneel to offer incense, and Chuyi even complained that the crane's neck was now crooked, all because of Sanshui's idea.

Sanshui argued while holding up his chopsticks.

"We've learned the art of flying, and this time it really is flying!"

They spoke with utmost seriousness, and Jiang She couldn't help but laugh.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and you could hear people talking and laughing in the local dialect. There were a lot of people doing business.

For the past two months on the ship, they had only eaten fish, shrimp, and crab. Their eyes lit up at the sight of lamb, chicken, and pork. Even Jiang She couldn't resist eating an extra half bowl.

Some of them were quite full, so they held their wine cups and chatted idly with them.

Not unfamiliar.

Nobody was polite.

The mansion's gates were wide open, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows, making it seem as if even the air itself was golden.

After a long separation, we reunited and enjoyed a hearty meal.

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……

When Zeng Yuze woke up, his parents were overwhelmed with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and both fell ill.

He has now woken up.

His mother was afraid that he would develop some health problems from not eating or drinking for four years, so she ordered the family cook to prepare the best meals every day and bought a lot of delicacies from the mountains to nourish his body and replenish his vitality.

Not wanting to disappoint his mother, Zeng Yuze ate there for several days in a row, until he was so full that he wanted to leave the house.

When he was unconscious, his family called in many doctors. His incurable disease was well-known. When they heard that he was getting better, he woke up immediately.

Many doctors came to his house uninvited and took turns taking his pulse.

Quite a few people also joined in the fun.

In other people's eyes, he was a completely dead man, but now he has come back to life.

The whole of Kuaiji was buzzing with excitement, and everyone was curious about what was going on.

I just saw off a classmate who came to visit.

Zeng Yuze turned his head and saw his brother sitting in front of him with a pot of wine on the table. He walked over and spoke sincerely.

"Ninth Brother, thank you so much for these past few years."

Uncle Zeng sized up his older brother; the man had jet-black hair and a ruddy complexion. It seemed he was already like this before their mother had the cook make nourishing soup for him.

I watched for a while.

He spoke:
"Seventh Brother, don't you think you look younger than people your age?"

Zeng Yuze hasn't really looked at himself in the mirror much.

After hearing what Ninth Brother said, it seems to make sense. Many of the guests who came said he looked healthy, and the doctors also said he was in excellent health and had even grown two inches taller.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Uncle Zeng did not drink. He recounted in detail to his elder brother the incident that day, and concluded by saying:
"The man only took two or three steps before his figure disappeared into the woods without a trace."

"Thinking back on it, the person you met that day was probably not just a master, but a deity."

Zeng Yuze listened, initially not taking it seriously, but upon hearing this, he sat up straight.

His ninth brother sighed.

"Besides immortals, what kind of wine can make a mortal drunk for years?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)