This road was one of the main roads in the city. Although it was not as wide as Ding Ding Street, it was still six or seven meters wide. At this time, the snow was boundless and there were few pedestrians on the street. It was really carefree to ride a horse after drinking.
Looking at the receding figure, Maqiao patted Yang Fan's shoulder and said excitedly, "Brother Fan, why don't we take advantage of the wine and ride a horse to admire the snow? My equestrian skills are not inferior to yours now."
Yang Fan laughed and said, "You don't even know how to read, so don't try to be cultured and learn the manners of those poor people. It's rare to come back to the city, so you should go back and spend more time with sister-in-law. "
Chu Kuangge walked over with his horse and said to Yang Fan, "Are you going back to the mansion, Erlang?"
Yang Fan said, "I still have something to do and need to go somewhere. If Brother Chu doesn't go out of the city today, why don't you go to Brother Qiao 'er's place first? Come to my mansion tonight and let's drink to our heart's content."
Chu Kuangge laughed and said, "Since you still have something to do, I won't disturb you. I'm going to Benevolence Square to see my old brothers. When we meet, we'll have to drink again."
After chatting for a while, Chu Kuangge, Wei Yong, and Li Dayin took their leave and went to Benevolence Square. Lu Yan and Gao Chu returned to their respective mansions. Seeing that Yang Fan had something to do, Maqiao excitedly returned to Xiuwen Square.
Just now, he was just talking about it. How could walking in the wind and snow compare to cuddling with his wife? He was often in the military camp and really missed Pasta very much. It was just that with his character, how could he show his love for a woman outside and make people laugh at him?
The heavy snow covered the sky and covered the earth. In a moment, the footsteps of the few people and the hooves of the horses were completely covered. Yang Fan got on his horse and turned to the north of the city in the direction of Shanghang Square, where Zhao Yu's nest was.
The bare willow branches on the trees were now covered with a layer of white snow, like a furry fox's tail. When the wind blew, the snow would rustle down and pour into the necks of passersby. That person hurriedly wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and quickened his pace.
Today, Yang Fan ate a whole "muyang muhu" and drank about two cups of the best Jiannan Braised Spring wine. Now that the alcohol had kicked in, his whole body was hot. The snow droplets fell on his face and neck, making him feel cool and refreshing. Therefore, Yang Fan did not avoid the trees and instead, turned his horse's head to the side and walked under the trees on the roadside.
Yang Fan walked all the way until he turned the corner of Shang Shan Square. Only then did the effects of the alcohol subside and his mind sober up. Not far ahead was the Tianjin Bridge. After crossing the bridge and turning right, they would arrive at Shang Shangfang. Yang Fan had just picked up his horse and galloped toward the bridgehead when suddenly a group of sentries came out from JiShan Fang on the opposite side.
The of of the of the carriages of the of the carriages as the road was as they could could. The as they could. The guards on both sides of the carriage were all riding tall horses. They were dressed in bright clothes and had an air of arrogance. Yang Fan glanced at the carriage and was about to turn his horse to the bridge, but when his eyes swept past the window of the carriage, he suddenly felt something and immediately pulled the reins.
"This Hu looks very familiar!"
Yang Fan stared blankly at the person sitting in the carriage. He suddenly remembered that this person was one of the three extraordinary people he had met in the Golden Grain Garden. Yang Fan then looked at the carriage and saw a banner with the words "Marquis of Le An" written on it. Yang Fan thought to himself, "That's right, it really is him!"
Yang Fan then looked at the two carriages at the back. One of the carriages had its curtains drawn and the other had its curtains rolled up. In the carriage, there was a person stroking his beard and looking at the snow falling outside. It was the old Taoist who had knocked down the tree with his sleeve.
After Yang Fan returned from the Golden Grain Garden, he had asked around about this Marquis of Le An. He knew that this Marquis' surname was Yu and his name was Yu Haoran. In the current dynasty, there were as many princes and dukes as there were dogs, so this Marquis' reputation was not very prominent. This Marquis was good at longevity and rarely interacted with other nobles. Other than refining pills in his own residence, he only made friends with some extraordinary people.
After Yang Fan heard about this news, he also thought of making friends with this person, and then getting to know those few otherworldly experts. However, he had only been in the officialdom for a few years. Although he had a good relationship with Xue Huaiyi, Princess Taiping, and Wu Sansi as soon as he entered the officialdom, his network was far from that of those real nobles.
If it was Princess Taiping, it would not be difficult to get to know this Marquis. But Yang Fan did not want to ask Princess Taiping for help, so the matter was put aside. Now that he saw these extraordinary people, Yang Fan wanted to go forward and greet them. On one hand, he wanted to thank them for saving his life, and on the other hand, he wanted to get to know these seniors.
Since Yang Fan left the Nanyang and returned to Luoyang, he had been practicing martial arts diligently for the past few years. Compared to when he left the island, he had made great progress. But when his martial arts reached a higher level, there were some new problems. Without his master by his side, he could not ask for advice. If he only relied on himself to figure it out, his progress would inevitably be affected. If he could get advice from these extraordinary people whose martial arts were not inferior to his Grand Master, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing?
Thinking of this, Yang Fan raised his horse and went to meet the carriage.
"Stop! Who is it? "
Although the guards outside the carriage looked a little ostentatious, they were still very vigilant. As soon as Yang Fan approached, they pressed down on the hilt of their swords and shouted loudly.
Yang Fan turned over and dismounted from his horse. He cupped his hands and said, "I am the minister of justice, Yang Fan. I have met these seniors in the carriage once. Since we met at the bridgehead, I would like to come forward and greet them."
"Oh …"
The expression of the guard who shouted softened. He let go of the hilt of his sword and said, "Since this minister is acquainted with the three old immortals, you can come to our manor to greet them in the future. At this moment, our Marquis is accompanying the three old immortals to the palace to meet the Emperor. It cannot be delayed. "
"Ah!" Yang Fan was slightly startled. Why would the Empress want to meet these three martial arts masters? Could it be that the Empress was tired of being an Emperor and wanted to learn how to fly the mast and walk the wall to travel in Jianghu? She was already so old. It was probably a little late.
Yang Fan's mind was running wild. He smiled at the guard and retreated to the side. Watching the carriage slowly pass in front of him, he also turned over and mounted his horse. He slowly followed behind the carriage.
After crossing the Tianjin bridge, the carriage turned left towards the direction of the Imperial City. Yang Fan whipped his horse to the right and went straight to Shanghang Square.
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"Haha, the Sage is asking about the art of immortality? This humble Taoist has cultivated for many years and has some small achievements in Taoist techniques. However, I have never heard of it or seen it. Everything in the world, if there is life, there will be death. How can there be an immortal? Even if one has really cultivated to become a Daluo immortal, there will be a day when he dies. "
At this moment, sitting in front of Wu Zetian was an old Taoist with a sage-like demeanor. It was the master who had knocked down the big tree in Jin Gu Garden with one sleeve. Wu Zetian, who was sitting opposite and inquiring politely, heard this answer and immediately revealed an unhappy expression.
Wu Zetian had always believed in those supernatural things. Marquis Le 'an Yu Haoran swore to her that these few were real living immortals. That was why she, as an Emperor, made an exception and invited these few unknown people to consult her on the way to immortality. Who knew that she would get such an answer.
Yu Haoran was shocked by Wu Zetian's cold stare and hurriedly said, "Sage, the people of the world think that immortality is immortality. The old immortal thought that His Majesty was talking about the art of immortality, so he replied that there is no such thing. In the Ksitigarbha Sutra, it says, 'Sage, the Buddha has a lifespan of 400 trillion monks.' It can be seen that although the Buddha has a long lifespan, there will be a day of Nirvana. It is just that his lifespan far exceeds that of mortals. The way of immortality does not exist. "
As Yu Haoran said this, he cupped his hands towards the old Taoist and mysteriously said, "Sage, do you know that this old immortal was born in the era of Wu Chiwu of the Three Kingdoms? He is now almost 500 years old. Is this not a great magical power?"
Wu Zetian looked at the old Taoist and asked in surprise, "Is the Taoist 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.
The old Taoist gently stroked his snow-white beard and a trace of disappointment appeared on his face. He replied in a nostalgic tone, "Although it is not accurate, it is not far. According to my master, the year I was born, Sun Quan made Lu Meng the military governor and attacked Jing Province. There was chaos and chaos everywhere, and the people were fleeing in all directions. My mother gave birth to me while she was fleeing.
My mother died because of a difficult birth. I was still a baby in swaddling clothes and was abandoned by the side of the road without anyone to take care of me. If this had continued, I would have inevitably died. Fortunately, Mr. Crow Horn happened to pass by and was kind enough to take me in. He later took me as his disciple and taught me magic … "
Wu Zetian was surprised and said, "Mr. Crow Horn? So your master is Zuo Ci, Immortal Zuo? "
The old Taoist nodded and said, "Yes! My master has passed away many years ago. That is why when Your Majesty asked me about the Art of Immortality, I did not think much of it. My master's magic is ever-changing and he has great magical power that can go up to heaven and down to earth. In the end, he cannot avoid death. How can there be an immortal magic in this world? "
Wu Zetian said with some reverence, "Taoist is actually nearly five hundred years old. Then … this nun must be a cultivator with an extremely high salary?"
The old nun smiled and put her palms together. "I am the reincarnation of Pure Light Buddha. I can know the past and the future, but I can't remember my own age. In this life, I am about three hundred years old."
Wu Zetian's shocked expression had yet to fade when the barbarian said in a rough voice, "You, Pure Light Nun, can enter the cycle of reincarnation without losing your soul and memories. You can continue cultivating, so you naturally won't care about how old this body is. I, Maha, am not as capable as you, Pure Light Nun. Now I have lived for seven hundred years. My salary is nine hundred and ninety-nine years. In less than three hundred years, I will die of old age. "
Wu Zetian was greatly moved and thought to herself, "A mortal's lifespan is less than a hundred years. Even if I can't live forever, if I learn their magical power, I can extend my lifespan by five to seven hundred years. That is also possible."
However, what these people said was too mysterious. Wu Zetian did not dare to believe them completely. She still wanted to see their methods before making a decision. Otherwise, if a dignified emperor was deceived by a few jianghu magicians, she would be a laughing stock for all eternity.
Wu Zetian made up her mind and said with a pleasant expression, "Today, I invited the three of you into the palace because I want to learn something from the three of you. I just don't know if the three of you can display your magical power here and let me broaden my horizons? "
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