This road is a main road in the city, although it is not as wide as Dingding Street, it is full of thirty zhang, but there are also six or seven zhang, at this time the snow is boundless, the street pedestrians are scarce, and the drunken horse walks, it is really good to live happily.

Looking at the back of Yehuli in the distance, Ma Qiao patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "Brother Fan, why don't we take advantage of the wine and ride a horse to enjoy the snow, my equestrian skills are not under you now." ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "If you don't even know big characters, don't be elegant, and learn from those poor people who chant the wind and appreciate the snow." It's rare to go back to the city, and I don't go back to accompany my sister-in-law more. ”

Chu Yangge led the horse over and said to Yang Fan, "Erlang, are you going back to the house?" ”

Yang Fan said: "I still have something to do, I need to go to a place, if Brother Chu doesn't go out of the city today, you might as well go to Brother Qiao'er to sit down first, and go to my house together in the evening, let's have a drink again." ”

Chu Yangge smiled and said: "Since you still have something to do, I won't bother, I'll go to Quy Nhon Fang to meet those old brothers, everyone has met, and they have to eat and drink again, and they will stay there at night." ”

A few people laughed a few words, Chu Yangge, Wei Yong, and Li Dayin said goodbye and went to Quy Renfang, Lu Yan and Gao Chu went back to their respective mansions, and Ma Qiao saw that Yang Fan had something to do, so he went back to Xiuwenfang to "Xiao Biesheng Newlywed".

Fang is just talking, how can he hug and hug his wife in the wind and snow, he is often in the military camp, and he really misses the noodles very much, but the character of a man, how can he show the appearance of greedy women outside to make people laugh.

The snow was overwhelming, and in a matter of moments, the footprints and hooves of several people were completely covered. Yang Fan pulled the saddle and got on the horse, and turned in the direction of Shangxingfang in the north city, where Zhao Yu's nest is now.

The bare willow on the trees was now covered with a layer of snow, like fluffy fox tails. There was a wind blowing. Snow foam poured into the neck of the passer-by, and the man quickly wrapped up his shirt and quickened his steps.

Yang Fan ate a whole "muddy sheep shut" today, and he was afraid that there were two buckets up and down after drinking the spring of the sword, and the wine strength came up at this time. The whole body is hot, and the snow foam is sprinkled on the face and neck, but it is cool and refreshing. Yang Fan does not avoid trees. Instead, he turned his horse's head and walked under the tree beside the road.

Yang Fan walked all the way until he turned around Shangshanfang. The strength of the wine has only become a little smaller, and his mind has cleared up. Not far in front is Tianjin Bridge, cross this bridge xiangyou turn. It was the direction of the upward fang, and Yang Fan had just picked up his horse and galloped to the bridge. Suddenly, a sentry also came out of the opposite area.

The four carts are all gorgeous, and the ox pulling the cart is a sturdy green cow. The men who escorted the chariot to the left and right were all riding tall horses, well-dressed and swaggering. Yang Fan glanced at the car, and wanted to immediately dial the bridge, but his eyes swept over the window of the car. Suddenly, he immediately grabbed the reins.

"This Hu man is so familiar!"

Yang Fan looked at the man sitting in the car. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered that this person was one of the three strange people he had seen in Jingu Garden. Yang Fan looked at the car again, there was an official flag on the car, and the three big characters "Le'an Hou" were written on it, Yang Fan said in his heart: "That's right, it's really him!" ”

Yang Fan looked at the two cars behind him, one of them was covering the curtains, and the other was also rolling up the curtains, and one of the people in the car was stroking his beard, looking at the snow flying outside the car with satisfaction, it was the old Taoist priest who had knocked down the tree with one sleeve.

After Yang Fan came back from Jingu Garden, he once inquired about this Le'an Hou, and knew that this Hou Ye's surname was Yu, and his name was Yu Haoran. This marquis is good at longevity, and rarely deals with other powerful people, except for his own alchemy in the mansion, that is, he makes friends with some strange people.

After Yang Fan heard these news, he also thought about befriending this person, and then getting acquainted with those few worldly masters, but he had only been in the officialdom for a few years, although due to fate, he had a relationship with Xue Huaiyi, Princess Taiping and Wu Sansi as soon as he entered the officialdom, but his connections were far less extensive than those real nobles.

If Princess Taiping came forward, it would naturally not be difficult to get to know this Hou Ye, but Yang Fan didn't want to ask Taiping for this matter, so the matter was put on hold. At this time, seeing these strange people again, Yang Fan wanted to come forward to say hello, firstly, to thank him for saving his life, and secondly, to get to know these seniors.

Since Yang Fan left Nanyang and returned to Luoyang, he has been practicing martial arts diligently in the past few years, and he has made great progress compared to when he left the island, but when his martial arts have improved to a higher level, there are also some new problems. The master is not around, he can't ask for advice, only by his own figure, the entry will inevitably be affected, if you can get these martial arts are not inferior to the master of the world, wouldn't it be a good thing?

Thinking of this, Yang Fan picked up his horse and greeted the team.

“zhanzhu！ Who? ”

Although the warriors guarding the outside of the car looked a little flamboyant, they were still very vigilant, and as soon as Yang Fan approached, they held down the hilt of their swords and shouted loudly.

Yang Fan turned over and dismounted, and arched his hand: "Yang Fan, Langzhong of the Criminal Department of this official, has a relationship with these seniors in the car, and I met at the bridge, and I want to come forward to meet and say hello." ”

"Oh......"

The questioning guard's color softened, and he let go of the handle of his knife and said, "Since this Lang Zhong knows the three old immortals, he can come to our Hou Mansion to meet him in the future." At this moment, my lord is accompanying the three old immortals into the palace to face the saints, and there is no delay. ”

Yang Fan let out an "ah", slightly stunned, what did the empress do when she saw these three masters? Could it be that the empress is tired of being an emperor and wants to learn the ability to walk the rivers and lakes with a flying mast? She's very old, I'm afraid it's a little late.

Yang Fan turned his mind around, smiled at the guard, stepped aside, watched the car drive slowly past in front of him, then turned over and got on the horse, and slowly followed behind the car.

After crossing the Tianjin Bridge, the convoy turned left in the direction of the imperial city, and Yang Fan hit the horse Xiangyou and went straight to the Shangxingfang.

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"Hehe, did the sage ask about immortality? Poor Dao has practiced for many years, and the Taoist magic is also a little successful, but I have never heard of it, let alone seen it, all things are born and there are deaths, how can there be immortal and immortal people, even if they really cultivate the Daluo Immortals, they will also have the day of death. ”

At this moment, the old Taoist who was sitting in front of Wu Zetian with a fairy wind and bones was the master who knocked down the big tree with one sleeve in Jingu Garden that day, and Wu Zetian, who was sitting opposite and inquiring diligently, heard such an answer, and immediately showed displeasure.

Wu Zetian has always believed in those gods and strange things, and Le'an Hou Yu Haoran swore to her that these people were real living immortals, and she made an exception to invite these discredited outsiders to ask for advice on the way of immortality, but who knew that she would end up with such an answer.

Yu Haoran was coldly glanced at by Wu Zetian, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly said: "Sage, most people in the world think that immortality is eternal life, and the old immortal thinks that Bixia is talking about the law of immortality and immortality, so he replied no." "Dizang Sutra" says that "Juehua is determined to be free from Wang Rulai, and the life span of the Buddha is only robbed by four hundred trillion monks", which shows that although the Buddha has a long lifespan, there will eventually be a day of nirvana, but the life span is far more than that of mortals, and the way of eternal life does not exist. ”

Yu Haoran said, arched his hand to the old way, and said mysteriously: "The sage knows that this old immortal was born in the Three Kingdoms Sun Wu Chiwu period, and now he is almost five hundred years old, isn't this a great supernatural power?" ”

Wu Zetian looked at the old Taoist priest of the immortal wind Dao bone and asked in surprise, "Is the Dao Master really five hundred years old?" ”

Wan'er, who was waiting on the side, also widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at the old Taoist in disbelief.

Lao Dao gently stroked his snow-white beard, his face showed a slight hint of amazement, and he replied in a memoralistic tone: "Although it is not hit, it is not far away." I heard from the family teacher that in the year of the birth of the poor road, it was when Sun Quan took Lü Meng as the governor and captured Jingzhou, and there was chaos everywhere, and the people fled in all directions, and the mother gave birth to the poor road on the way to escape.

The mother died in childbirth, and Poor Dao was still an infant baby, abandoned on the side of the road and left uncared for. If it goes on like this, it is inevitable that the poor road will die. Luckily, Mr. Blackhorn happened to pass by there, and he was so kind that he took in the poor road, and later took me as a disciple and passed on my magic......"

Wu Zetian said in shock: "Mr. Wujiao? It turns out that the respected teacher of Shi Fang Dao is actually Zuo Ci Zuo Immortal? ”

Lao Dao nodded and said, "Exactly!" The family teacher has been immortal for many years, so he just heard Bixia ask about the art of immortality, and the poor Dao didn't think so. The family teacher is a Taoist method that is ever-changing, and he has the great power of heaven and earth, but he will inevitably die after all, how can there be an immortal spell in the world. ”

Wu Zetian said with some awe: "The Dao Chief is nearly five hundred years old, so ...... This master must also be a cultivator with a very high longevity? ”

The old nun smiled slightly, and said: "The poor nun is the reincarnation of the pure light, and she can know the past and the future, but she can't remember her age very clearly, in this life, she is probably more than three hundred years old." ”

Wu Zetian's shocked face did not fade, and the Hu man said in a rough voice: "Your Pure Light Master is too good to enter reincarnation without destroying your soul and memory, and if you continue to practice, you naturally don't care how old you are compared to this skin." Now the minister has lived to be 700 years old, and the minister's lifespan is 999 years, and there are less than 300 years left, and he will die. ”

Wu Zetian was greatly moved when he heard this, and said secretly: "The lifespan of mortals is only a hundred years, even if they can't live forever, if they learn such magical powers and extend their lifespan by five or seven hundred years, it will be done." ”

It's just that listening to what these people said is too mysterious, Wu Zetian didn't dare to believe it all in his heart after all, and he still wanted to see their methods before making a decision, otherwise the dignified emperor would be deceived by a few Jianghu warlocks, wouldn't he laugh through the ages.

Wu Zetian made up his mind, so he said with a pleasant face: "I invited three people with Taoism into the palace today, and I really wanted to ask the three of them for something. It's just that I wonder if the three of you can show your magic here, so that I can open my eyes first? ”

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