Whether it is a person who practices immortality or martial arts, spiritual awareness is different from ordinary people. If someone approaches secretly, he can detect it even behind him.

And there is only one possibility that cannot be detected, that is, that person is a master! At least he is better than himself!

An Yi felt that his shoulder was being grabbed by someone, and he was shocked and reacted instantly.

Without looking back, he saw his shoulders slightly sinking, his steps kept slid forward, trying to get out.

But unexpectedly, the big hand was like iron pliers, tightly clamped on it, and could not be shaken away at all.

An Yi's face changed again, he pressed the sword with one hand, pulled it out of his waist with a "brush", and his backhand was a squeezing.

"Ye, boy is so angry. Master Dao is just saying hello to you, why is he so cruel?" The Taoist let go of An Yi's shoulders, his face full of anger.

An Yi's mouth twitched when he heard this. Is that saying hello? At least hello must be made.

Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him, he was about fifty years old, with a beautiful appearance and a thin figure. He looked like an ordinary old man, but he did not have such great strength. He was silent for a moment, thinking that he was no match for himself, so he said respectfully: "I don't know which senior he is here to joke with the boy."

But the Taoist man didn't want to let him go: "Since you know that Dao Master is joking with you, why are you still using a sword to gesture? If Dao Master wasn't quick-witted, I'm afraid I'd already become the dead soul under your sword."

"Senior is joking." An Yi defended: "At first, I avoided it, but I didn't let it go and didn't say anything. I still thought that I had met the bad guy, so how could I dare to keep my back?"

"Is it wrong for me to say so?" The old Taoist priest glared at him with a beard.

An Yi really wanted to say yes, but looking at the old man's expression that you dare to beat you if you dare to say yes, I feel that I will not be willing to die. We can't beat you, so we can always keep silent.

It can be said that he is an old man. The old Taoist priest instantly understood the meaning of An Yi, and he had a stern face and looked like a coffin: "Good boy, that's how Lu Chunyang taught you?"

"..." I'll beat you up! Is there any end to it? An Yi was speechless. Did this old man actually know Lu Dongbin?

Fortunately, I didn't say anything crazy just now, otherwise I wouldn't know how I died.

Just when An Yi was secretly glad that he was thinking about whether he would flatter two people quickly, he suddenly saw the old man on the other side wave his hand and tighten his body. He didn't give him any time to react, and there was a dizzy moment in front of him.

I saw the old Taoist's sleeves getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, my eyes turned black and I couldn't see anything.

"The universe in the sleeves?!" An Yi saw that he was in the darkness, and when he thought of the scene just now, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Good boy, I have a good experience." The old Taoist priest praised in a low voice and chuckled softly: "You Lu Chunyang, you secretly accepted your apprentice. What else do you say this time?"

It turned out that the old Taoist priest and Lu Dongbin were friends of the immortal family. Once after drinking, they made a bet. Whoever accepted the apprentice first would agree to the other party’s condition. When the old Taoist saw An Yi wearing a pure Yang sword on his waist, he mistakenly thought An Yi was Lu Dongbin’s apprentice.

Today he was going to Laoshan for an appointment, and Lu Dongbin would be there. It was getting late now, so Anyi couldn't explain it at all. He just found a reason to take Anyi and planned to bring him to Lu Dongbin.

This immortal was extraordinary when he was on the way, but the old Taoist priest neither had the clouds nor the fog. Instead, he used the method of shrinking the ground into an inch, and took dozens of miles in one step.

That's right, when the old Taoist priest came to Shangqing Palace in Laoshan, it was getting darker.

"But Senior Ye is in front of you? Junior Cheng Xi'an, in the name of the ancestor, is here to look forward to Senior." A young Taoist stood outside the door and saluted respectfully to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest nodded: "No, it's the old Taoist." After saying that, he couldn't help asking: "Well, is Lu Chunyang coming?"

Cheng Xi'an nodded: "Report to senior, it's been half an hour since the real person came."

"Haha, it's good to be here." The old Taoist priest laughed and led by Cheng Xi'an to the temple.

At this time, Lu Chunyang was drinking with a mature Taoist with a long hair and a young face. It was Sun Tongyuan, the owner of this place.

"Old Master Ye, you came a little late." Lu Chunyang smiled first.

Sun Tongyuan also laughed and greeted: "Myster Ye is not happy, please sit down."

"Not busy." Old Dao Ye replied, waved his sleeves, let An Yi out, and said to Lu Dongbin: "Lu Chunyang, let's see which one this is."

...

Let’s talk about An Yi being put into her sleeve by the old Taoist priest, but he tried his best to break his spell, because there was darkness all around. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a hole was opened in front of him. I felt a thrust emerge from behind, and another dizzy turn. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I came to a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is simple and generous, offering to the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasties, with a few cushions on his hem, two Taoists sat opposite each other, with delicious wine in the middle. At this time, the two looked at themselves with different faces, one with a childish face, a white beard, and the other...

"Disciple An Yi, I have met Chun Yang Zhenren." An Yi was confused. He didn't know what was going on, but he still greeted Lu Dongbin. After all, he was told that he was not a swordsman.

Lu Dongbin was also surprised: "Why are you?"

"Why did you bring him?" Asked twice, the sentence that followed was obviously what Old Taoist Ye was saying behind An Yi.

Old Ye smiled and said, "Don't pretend to be confused for me. That day, you and I bet that whoever accepts the apprentice first will... Hehe, are you admitting your defeat now?"

An Yi didn't expect that there would be this one. Could it be that Lu Dongbin didn't accept his disciples just for this?

"Who said he was my apprentice?" Sure enough, Lu Dongbin denied it.

At this time, Old Dao Ye was actually puzzled. In theory, An Yi should be called Master Lu Dongbin, but he was called Chunyang Zhenren... Could it be that he was not Lu Dongbin's apprentice?

I heard Lu Dongbin explain: "I just passed on his sword skills casually, but I didn't accept him as my apprentice."

"You are willing to pass the Chunyang Sword to him?" Old Ye was surprised.

"Who said I passed it to him? I just left in a hurry and forgot to take it."

Your sister! An Yi tightened his hand and grabbed the Chunyang Sword, almost hated Old Dao Ye to death.

Lu Dongbin seemed to see An Yi's thoughts and said with a smile: "But since it's in his hands, let him keep it for me for a while. After all, I can't use it, so I have to be careful of that old bastard thinking about it."

Old Dao Ye seemed to know something, and he looked suddenly: "What I said, so that's it."

What's it like? Please explain whether it's better to be clear! An Yi complained in his heart.

But the few people present seemed to have forgotten him, and drank and laughed at themselves. After a while, a few disciples came up to serve him.

An Yi looked around and looked at the Taoist temple boredly, but with his conditions, he really couldn't tell anything. It was quite simple, but to put it bluntly, it was a bit old.

After a while, it was completely dark. The white-bearded Taoist among the three people reached out and cut a piece of paper that looked like a mirror and stuck it to the wall.

I suddenly saw that the paper turned into a bright moon illuminating the room, shining with light. I looked at it and was surprised, and the "tsk tsk" sounded.

Lu Dongbin happened to hear it and smiled and said, "The beautiful scenery of such a beautiful night is endless, and you should share it." As he said that, he picked up the wine pot from the table and threw it to An Yi.

An Yi reached out to take it and grinned: "Real person, there is no cup!"

Lu Dongbin shook his head and laughed: "You kid, forgot, why don't you come up quickly and sit and drink with you."

This relationship is good. I have drunk wine with ghosts and today I am drinking with gods. This is all right. An Yi was thinking in his heart, should he ask the Bodhisattva to drink tomorrow?

He shivered all over, An Yi gave up this idea of ​​dying, licked his face and came to the table, picked up an empty cup, and filled it with it.

The wine is pure and transparent, mellow and thick. After drinking it in one sip, I felt mellow and mellow, full of fragrance. I felt comfortable and intoxicated, and the disciples serving on the side were full of envy.

At this moment, Old Dao Ye also threw out the wine pot: "You can drink together."

The disciples of the service thanked each other, and they all looked for a cup and bowl, rushing to drink first, for fear that the wine in the pot would dry. However, the strange thing was that everyone kept pouring it back and forth, and there was no less wine in the pot.

Seeing this, Lu Dongbin smiled and said, "What's the point of drinking a group of big men? Now there is moonlight illumination, why not ask Chang'e to accompany you?"

After saying that, he threw the chopsticks into the moon. In a moment, a beautiful woman floated out of the moonlight. At first, less than a foot, but when she fell to the ground, she was already like an ordinary person.

An Yi looked up and saw the beauty's snow-skinned and beautiful face, pink and elegant eyebrows, slender waist and neck, and wearing a palace outfit. As soon as she landed on the ground, she danced gracefully and sang, saying, "Are you fairy, and you are returning, and you are in the vast cold!" The sound was clearer and melodious, like a flute and a tube, attracting thoughts.

After singing a song, I floated up a little between my feet, like a slight step on the waves. I walked onto the table. A white light flashed, but it turned into chopsticks.

"Is this a simulating and transforming form, or an illusion?" An Yi was puzzled. He would not naively think that it was Chang'e. After all, Chang'e is also a god. No matter how awesome he is, he cannot call him, and he will wield it.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Old Dao Ye laughing and said, "I would rather be the same as the previous Moon Palace when I ask Chang'e to come down to earth."

An Yi felt that the scenery in front of her body changed a little. When she looked closely, she found that the jade building was in the jade tower, the attic was painted attic, and the ground under her feet was like white jade. The four of them were sitting under a osmanthus tree.

An Yi finally couldn't help asking: "Where is this? Is it really in the Moon Palace, or is it just an illusion?"

"Haha, you can go there so easily at that time, so don't think about it." Old Dao Ye laughed.

An Yi touched his nose: "I really didn't think so, I was just curious."

"Really?" Lu Dongbin joked: "Don't you want to meet the real Fairy Chang'e?"

An Yi's face turned up: "True Man Chunyang, according to the fact that you have taught me my sword skills, today you cast magic magic to transform Fairy Chang'e and took it in your hand to play tricks. After I lift the clouds and ascend, I will not inform the fairy."

"Puff---cough cough..." Lu Dongbin didn't expect that someone was more shameless than him, and he squirted out a sip of wine, choking and coughing.

The rest of them looked at each other and laughed.
Chapter completed!