I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 234 Reunion of old friends

Zhang Guolao stared at it for a while, then plucked out two of his whiskers. He didn't care about the heartache; he was only surprised.

Yan Xuelin's aura was perfectly balanced and full, showing no signs of illness. If Zhang Guolao hadn't known that Jiang She hadn't lied to him, he wouldn't have believed that this man had ever died.

Strange, truly strange.

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard, speaking calmly and nonchalantly.

"It's okay."

"The omissions aren't really a big deal..."

He looked at the family reunited in the house and sighed with a smile, "These mortals are quite lucky, they've gained a lot of benefits. If they want to cultivate in the future, they'll naturally find it easier than ordinary people. If they want to study for the imperial examinations, they'll also have clear minds. What a fortunate destiny!"

Halfway through his speech, Zhang Guolao suddenly remembered something.

"Sir, you mentioned you were going to Yuezhou to visit a friend. Could it be these two?"

Jiang She nodded.

"It's them."

Zhang Guolao scrutinized him much more carefully, then stroked his beard and said:
"However, now that they are reunited with their relatives and friends, and their families are at peace, it seems they have no interest in spiritual cultivation. Very few people enter officialdom through the imperial examinations, and even those with exceptional talent find it difficult to gain fame in the capital and obtain an official position. As for these two, their talent..."

"I'm afraid even he would have a hard time surpassing Li Bai, who is by your side, sir."

Jiang She couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Guolao's words were mischievous; if one were to surpass Li Bai in literary talent, there would probably be very few people in the past thousand years.

It has been confirmed that the person is unharmed.

Jiang She was relieved.

He and Zhang Guolao stood in the shade of the trees in the courtyard. The Yan family's courtyard was planted with many trees. In May of that year, all the flowers bloomed brilliantly, bright and beautiful. A warm breeze blew past them, and the green branches and leaves trembled, scattering shards of light.

The young man and the old man looked into the room.

They all expressed their relief.

Inside the house, Yan Xuelin listened to his parents talking, looked at his wife, and occasionally asked about things at home. Their children had grown up.

I spent ten years away from home studying and four years of heavy drinking.

Having not returned to his hometown for fourteen years, hearing about these events in Kuaiji gave him a sense of being in another world. Just as he was lost in thought, a voice suddenly fell into his ears.

"On the fifteenth of May, at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), I invite you to have a chat."

The voice was warm and smiling, and sounded very familiar.

Yan Xuelin stood up abruptly and looked around. Only his parents and family members were nearby, with servants standing at a distance. The courtyard was empty; the May sunshine was perfect, the greenery lush, and the flowers in full bloom.

Where is that friend now?
"Xue Lin?"

Yan Xuelin slowly sat back down. Facing the concerned looks from his family, including his brother-in-law who had specially taken leave from the academy to come back, he smiled and said, "It's nothing. My legs are just a little stiff. I'm just standing up and moving around."

"By the way, how is Zeng Qi?"

……

Zhang Guolao turned his head, feeling an itch in his heart, and just stared at Jiang She.

Jiang She laughed loudly.

"Master Guo will naturally go along."

The two went outside, and the people in the courtyard remained completely unaware. Returning to the tea stall and sitting down, Zhang Guolao looked down and saw that the teapot had already been taken back by the stall owner.

He asked for it with a smile.

"Stadium owner, where is my tea?"

The stall owner snapped out of his daze, saw the two people again, was startled, patted his chest, poured another pot of tea, and handed it over.

"You two just went out?"

Jiang She smiled and agreed.

Sanshui and Chuyi cheered, "Our senior is back!"

Jiang She stroked the cat, lazily basking in the afternoon sun, and slowly finished a pot of tea at the tea stall.

The stall owner, who did business here, talked a lot. Every time a customer came, he would talk about how the Zeng family scholar in the city had come back to life, and the discussion became lively.

Sanshui and Chuyi squinted and chuckled to themselves.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu exchanged a glance, both with amusement in their eyes.

……

……

In the past two days, the Yan family has bought a lot of good wine, jar after jar. Everyone from the servants to the master is wondering what the young master is doing.

On May 15th, Yan Xuelin brought a jar of the finest wine he had selected.

He wrapped two snacks in oilcloth. Without even taking any servants with him, he told his family, picked up the wine jar and the oilcloth, and went out the door.

Upon finding the agreed-upon lone boat, Yan Xuelin was overjoyed. He took a few steps closer and discovered that there was already someone on board—his good friend with whom he had shared a drunken night.

"Yu Ze?"

"Xue Lin?"

This was the first time the two had met in the past few days. When they saw that the other was carrying a small jar of wine, they understood each other perfectly.

"It seems that Jiang Langjun invited the two of us."

Hearing his sigh, Zeng Yuze glanced at the other man's expression, who seemed oblivious to his presence. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Xuelin, have you ever considered why we were able to wake up and gather here?"

"Wasn't it Jiang Langjun who invited you?"

"That's not what I'm asking. We both drank alcohol that day and were both passed out. Xue Lin, have you ever thought about why I've been drunk for four years?"

Yan Xuelin's eyelids twitched.

He couldn't help but wonder why he could still come back to life when he had been buried four years ago.

I just never dared to think about it too much.

Zeng Yuze saw him in a daze and said, "It seems that Brother Xuelin has gained some insight."

He said:

"Our hair is still black, but our classmates who studied together at the academy back then have almost all turned gray at the temples."

"After Xue Lin wakes up, is he in good health?"

During this period, many doctors and physicians came to his house to examine his pulse and observe his complexion. They brought their apprentices and pharmacists to observe his pulse. They checked it several times, but found nothing. They could only conclude that his vital energy was abundant, and they were amazed.

"Indeed healthy..."

Yan Xuelin murmured, feeling somewhat afraid to think any further.

Various thoughts flashed through their minds.

After a short while, footsteps could be heard in the distance. Jiang She and an unfamiliar old man walked over, accompanied by a cat and a donkey.

"Jiang Langjun!"

"I never imagined that four years had passed since the last time I saw you."

Jiang She boarded the boat, looked at the two men's rosy complexions, and said with amusement, "Long time no see, you two have arrived a bit early for our appointment."

Yan and Zeng bowed to each other.

How could they possibly sleep? They started preparing from the day they learned they were to keep the appointment. At the appointed hour of Si (9-11 AM), they got up early, changed their clothes again and again, and left home just as Chen (7-9 AM).

"This man's surname is Zhang, he's a good friend of mine."

Jiang She introduced Zhang Guolao, and the two men quickly greeted him. The four exchanged a few words of greeting and sat in the boat, their eyes filled with curiosity and trepidation.

Jiang She smiled, preparing to row his boat, sailing through the mountains and rivers, chatting and laughing with people.

Yan Xuelin looked at the white donkey that had not boarded the boat.

"That white donkey..."

“I, this donkey, have my own way of getting here.”

Zhang Guolao noticed their suppressed confusion, laughed heartily, beckoned, and the donkey came over, touching his hand. Zhang Guolao picked up the wine jar and asked:
"May I borrow this drink?"

The two men, puzzled, assumed the expert's donkey was eccentric and loved to drink. They both nodded.

"This wine is meant to be drunk."

Zhang Guolao laughed, tapped the wine jar, and saw the wine inside automatically replenish itself. He put it in his mouth, and it was just the right amount.

Zhang Guolao sprayed something at the donkey.

He picked up a thin piece of paper between his fingers; the donkey shape on it was incredibly lifelike—a piece of exquisite paper-cutting. He glanced at it twice, then tucked it back into his pocket.

Jiang She saw it.

Then they knew that Zhang Guolao had severed part of his own life force, and that his mastery of the art of life and death had reached a high level.

Zhang Guolao turned around.

They stared at Yan Xuelin and Zeng Yuze, who were completely dumbfounded and astonished.

He smiled and bent down to pour the wine.

"It's just some petty trick. If you want to know more, go ask Mr. Jiang!"

"That donkey was transformed from him..."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)