"Daochang Hu, you see, Wang Dasha is stupid, let him help me make a fire, pick up water or something, our brothers have never been separated, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten there, and I will continue to sweep the yard. Murong Yan looked at the two Dao Masters.

"Okay, Wang Da and Wang Er, you all follow me into the Three Immortals Pavilion. Remember, you are not allowed to wander around, you are not allowed to ask around, and you have to be diligent in your work, you know?"

"Yes. Thank you, Dao Chief!" Murong Yan pulled Piaoranzi and followed Hu Ziyi and Hu Zi C into the Three Immortal Pavilion.

"Daoist Hu, what did this yellow-faced veteran do just now?" Murong Yan asked in a low voice to confirm his conjecture.

"He is our teacher, one of the people in charge of the Three Immortals Pavilion, the third ranked Huang Zihu Huang Zhenren, in the future, you will serve his old man, call him a real person, be careful when making tea and pouring water. Hu Zibing commanded.

"Oh, this real person is so young, only in his fifties. Murong Yan said.

"Hehe, don't look at his youthful appearance, in fact, he has thousands of years of Taoism, can call the wind and rain, scatter beans into soldiers, and have boundless spells. As he spoke, Hu Ziyi walked through the hall and led them to the row of houses in the corner of the Three Immortal Pavilions, where more than a dozen fire workers were making dinner. Hu Zibing called out to the head of the gang and said to him: "These two little Taoist priests, Wang Da and Wang Er, are also incorporated into the gang. Wang Daguan carried water and made a fire, and Wang Erzhuan made tea for Huang Zhenren, and there was no need to do anything else. ”

"Two more helpers, great!" the man grinned. "You are Wang Er, go over there, burn the fire, when Huang Zhenren will ask for tea, when will it be delivered. ”

"Yes. Murong Yan followed his fingers and came to the stove. The man asked Piaoranzi to chop wood again. Hu Ziyi and Hu Zi C saw that the group of fire workers were busy and walked away.

Night is falling. Outside the window of the Three Immortal Pavilion, the bright moon is in the sky, and the silver light is thousands of miles.

Murong Yan sat on the bench, hot spring water, waiting to make tea for Huang Zhenren. Just now, the head of the gang specially explained that this water is exclusively for Huang Zhenren, and it is usually warm, and it will be boiled immediately when the tea is wanted, so that it can be sent.

Piao Ranzi looked at the group of Taoist priests cooking, and said in his heart: "This city god came to chop wood and cook, and he never dreamed that he had been used to opening his mouth since Xiaoyi came to reach out for food, and now he wants to be a miscellaneous servant, it is really a dream in life, a cycle of cause and effect." He thought of his hometown again: Hey, the moon is his hometown Ming, when can he go back?

The Taoist priest was busy for a while, made dinner, and the little Taoist boy sent food and food. In a blink of an eye, on the second watch, the head of the gang gathered all the Taoist priests: "They have all finished eating, this time it is our turn to eat." You two newcomers, come and eat too!"

"Thank you, we're not hungry. Piaoranzi declined.

"If you don't eat, you will starve at night, but you will have nothing to eat. The man muttered a sentence and ate with the Taoist priests.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a little Taoist boy walked down and shouted at the man's head: "Hurry up and bring tea to Huang Zhenren!"

"Wang Er, hurry up and heat the tea!" the man shouted as he chewed on the steamed buns.

"Okay!" Murong Yan hurriedly boiled the fire, the spring water immediately boiled, Murong Yan lifted the teapot, and walked upstairs.

At the top of the stairs, Xiao Daotong stopped him: "Give me the teapot, you go down." ”

Murong Yan had no choice but to hand him the teapot, turn around and go downstairs, and then boil the water. Xiao Daotong went for a while, then came to the staircase again, and shouted, "Wang Er, boil another pot of water and hand it over." ”

Murong Yan picked up the pu fan, boiled the water again, and walked up the stairs with the teapot. Piao Ranzi looked up at them, and said in his heart: "This old way, quite drinkable, so quickly a pot of water is drunk?"

At the staircase, Murong Yan wanted to hand the teapot to Xiao Daotong again, but the Daotong said, "Huang Zhenren said, let Wang Er personally send water." ”

"I don't recognize a real room. Murong Yan said.

"I'll take you. After saying that, he turned around to leave.

"Wait for me!" Piaoranzi's heart beat for a while, and he had a sense of foreboding, and hurriedly ran up and followed.

"What are you doing here?" said Dao Tong, glaring at him.

"This is my brother, Wang Da. Murong Yan said.

"The real person instructed that only Wang Er should come alone, and Wang Da should go back. ”

"Brother, if you go down and wait, I'll come back after delivering water. Murong Yan knew that Piao Ranzi was not at ease with herself.

"I'll 、、、、、、 I'll bring you water. Of course, Piao Ranzi didn't worry about Murong Yan.

"Wang Da, the real person asked Wang Er to send water, and he didn't eat him, you go down first!" Dao Tong was impatient.

"Brother, you go back first. Murong Yan winked at him.

"You go early and come back early!" Piao Ranzi admonished, and walked downstairs wistfully, returning to the group of fire workers, bowing his head and thinking about his thoughts.

Murong Yan followed Xiao Daotong and made two turns in the second-floor building, secretly remembering the path in his heart. When he arrived at the door of a room, he knocked on it: "Real person, Wang Er has brought water." ”

"Come in!" came Huang Zhenren's voice from the door.

Xiao Daotong pushed the door and led Murong Yan into the house. In the middle of the room, there is a table of eight immortals, on which there are cups, plates, dishes and chopsticks, and a teapot, which he boiled water just now, and Huang Zhenren is sitting behind the table, who looks like he is just about to eat. Murong Yan scanned the room with a stealing glance, it was simply arranged, a bed, a sword hanging on the wall near the head of the bed, and nothing else.

"Real person, this is freshly boiled hot water, please use it slowly. Murong Yan put the teapot on the table, bowed his head and finished speaking, and turned around to leave.

"Wang Er, you stay, I have something to ask. Boy, go out. Huang Zhenren twisted his beard, nodded and smiled.

"Yes, real people. "Xiao Daotong went out and closed the door casually.

"Wang Er, sit down, you haven't eaten yet, right? Huang Zhenren beckoned.

"Huang Zhenren, you use it slowly. What is there? I'm not hungry, I can't eat. Murong Yan said.

"Wang Er, sit down first. This real person has something to ask you. Huang Zhenren saw Murong Yan sit down, poured two glasses of wine, handed one in front of him, and said with a smile: "You accompany Ben Zhenren to drink two glasses." ”

"Zhenren, you are a monk, why do you also drink?" Murong Yan pretended to be surprised.

"Wine and meat penetrate the intestines in the heart. What are you afraid of when you drink? Lu Zu used to be drunk in Yueyang Tower, isn't he still a god?" Huang Zhenren said with a smile.

"I don't know how to drink. Murong Yan waved his hand.

"Then you can talk to me. Huang Zhenren took a sip of his own wine and asked, "Who else is in your family?"

"I still have my mother at home, and my father is out on business. Murong Yan said.

"Well, okay, you don't drink, let's have a cup of tea. Huang Zhenren picked up the water that Murong Yan boiled for the first time, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him. Murong Yan smelled it, it was so fragrant, it was indeed the top-grade Tieguanyin King.

"Are you curious about our three immortals?" asked Huang Zhenren.

"、、、、、、、" Murong Yan didn't expect Huang Zhenren to ask like this, which caught him off guard, so he had to say: "My brother and I, who have admired the three real people for a long time, have come to the door." ”

"Hahaha, are you still hiding it from me?" Huang Zhenren laughed. With the laughter, Huang Zhenren waved his hand, and the door slammed, Murong Yan looked back and secretly screamed, it turned out that the door was locked, which was equivalent to locking him in the house.

"Little doll, it's okay if I sue you. Huang Zhenren took another sip of wine, "Our three immortals have specially come to transform the king of Shucheng, and they all have their own unique knowledge. Do you know what I'm learning?"

"I don't know. Murong Yan shook his head.

"Then I'll sue you. I worship the Nine Heavens Plain Girl as my teacher, and I learned the "Nine Heavens Plain Girl True Scripture", and I am good at collecting yin and supplementing yang, do you understand?" Huang Zhenren spoke, staring at Murong Yan with his two eyes.

Murong Yan's face turned red, she knew what this old Taoist was talking about, could he see that he was a woman disguised as a man? Otherwise, how could he say this?

Huang Zhenren stood up and paced around the room, "You don't have to pretend, when you get here, it's hard to fly." This real person has cultivated for thousands of years, how can you not see that you are a female doll?"

"What do you 、、、、、、 you do?" Murong Yan was shocked when he heard this, and it seemed that he was ready to fight to the death.

"Not really. Huang Zhenren picked up the wine glass, and his two eyes suddenly emitted a sinister light. "You girl doll like a flower, what can I do to you? ”

"You claim to be a real person in vain!" Murong Yan suddenly changed color. "I'm leaving!"

"It's easy to get in, it's not so easy to get out, you think this Sanxian Pavilion is a big car shop, you can come if you want, you can leave if you want? Huang Zhenren smiled proudly.

"Don't you think about it!" Murong Yan glared at the apricot kernel, and with a bit of luck, three flowers appeared on his head.

"It's true!" Huang Zhenren said. "It's still a fairy, it seems that you and I have a fate, today is like a meeting on the Queqiao, let's also learn from a Wushan fairy will be the king of Xiang. ”

Huang Zhenren said, his long arm stretched out, and a yellow light went straight to Murong Yan's head and grabbed it.

Murong Yan flashed, and then looked at that arm, which was yellow and fluffy, but it was a claw!

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