After thinking again and again, Qin Yao gave up the idea of helping the two immortals artificially.
He is not confident that this matter will be perfect, but any traces left behind may become an obstacle to promotion to "immortal" in the future!
Time passed slowly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.
The inexplicable aroma of food blew into different rooms with the night wind. Qin Yao, Tieguai Li, and Han Zhongli subconsciously smelled the smell and walked into the courtyard.
Looking around, I saw Yancai in green sitting behind the wooden table with a bright smile on her face.
The table was filled with all kinds of cooked seafood, with beautiful colors and rich aroma. Han Zhongli's mouth watered and his throat kept moving.
“Does it smell good?” Yancai asked with a bright smile and her head raised.
“Fragrant.” Han Zhongli nodded repeatedly.
Tieguai Li twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his foot and stepped on him hard, scolding: "Have you never eaten seafood?"
Han Zhongli took a breath and kept He kicked his legs to relieve the severe pain: "I have eaten it before, but this is the first time I have seen such rich seafood."
Yancai pursed her lips and looked directly into Qin Yao's eyes: "Play the flute. As long as you can play my short flute, I can cook it for you every day from now on."
"Okay. Ah, okay." Han Zhongli answered.
Yancai smiled again, her eyes crescent like crescent moons.
"I feel bad."
Qin Yao said seriously: "Miss Yancai, I advise you not to waste your efforts. No matter what means you use, I will not blow it. The one with the short flute.”
Yancai: "..."
Outside the door, in the night, the eyes peering into the courtyard turned slightly cold.
He has never eaten the food cooked by his cousin. This guy actually abandons it like a shoe. He deserves to be damned.
"What are you worried about, or what are you afraid of?" Yancai asked in confusion.
Qin Yao: "Then tell me, why did you search for musicians from all over the city to play your short flute?"
"This..." Yancai paused slightly, a little hard to say.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it." Qin Yao chuckled.
"Did I tell you that you would play the flute?" Yancai asked.
Qin Yao shook his head: "No, I will never play the flute in my life."
Yancai was stunned: "Wait, what happened to you? My own Xiao Ye Stop blowing?”
"No more chatting. I still have something to do. Let's go ahead." Qin Yao was not in the mood to chat with her any more. He cupped his hands and strode out of the courtyard.
"Okay, if you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it. I'll finish it all by myself." Yancai shouted at his back, but unfortunately, the man didn't even turn his head.
"Miss Yancai, I think I can still help you a little bit in solving these food problems." When Qin Yao walked out of the courtyard, Han Zhongli rubbed his palms and said with a smile.
"I don't need help, just go away." Yancai sat down angrily, holding a shiny prawn in both hands: "He won't eat it, I'll eat it myself!"
Han Zhongli: "..."
He wanted to ask if you could eat, but before he could ask, he was forcefully dragged out of the courtyard thatched cottage by Tieguai and Li Shengla.
"Shrimp General." Watching the three people leave one after another, the man hiding in the darkness called softly.
"The Flower Dragon Prince." A humanoid monster wearing red armor emerged from the ground and bowed.
"Go kill that Han Xiangzi." Hua Long ordered.
"Do I need my subordinates to get rid of those two immortals together?" To show his loyalty, Xiujiang asked for help.
Hua Long shook his head: "No need, those two immortals are blessed by the gods. Not to mention you, even I may not be able to kill them. Relatively speaking, killing Han Xiangzi is easier."
"Yes, Prince." Xia Jiang bowed.
“Let’s go.” Hualong waved his hand, flashed his body, and suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
Beside the table, Yancai felt something in her heart, turned around to look, and then stood up with a loud cry: "Cousin Hualong? Why are you here?!"
Hua Long slowly came to her with a smile on his long face: "Because you are here. Wherever you are, I will appear."
Yancai put down the shrimp shell in her hand and said sincerely: "Cousin, I don't think you need to always focus on me. The East China Sea is vast and there are many beauties, and I may not be the most suitable one for you."
< br>Hualong shook his head: "You He promised me that if he can't find a suitable person who can play the short flute, he will marry me!"
This is one of the main reasons why he is determined to kill Han Xiangzi. He is not afraid of ten thousand. Just in case, it is better to get rid of this disaster in advance.
Fu'an County.
Qin Yao stepped into a restaurant, ordered four dishes and one soup by himself, sat down and started to feast.
To perform a full set of plays, the immortal does not need to eat and sleep, but "Han Xiangzi" does.
So before Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li got the elixir for themselves, he had to work hard to play the role of "mortal".
"Han Xiangzi?" Shao Qing, a big man with a red face stopped in front of his desk and asked as if to confirm.
"Who are you?" Qin Yao took back the chopsticks for picking up food and looked at the other party intently.
"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you are Han Xiangzi." The red-faced man smiled coldly, and his right hand suddenly turned into a crab claw, with a red light, and stabbed forward fiercely.
Qin Yao held the wooden chopsticks in his hand, turned his wrist and was about to blow up the big man's head. Unexpectedly, Han Zhongli's loud shout suddenly sounded outside the door: "Stop, you monster!"
His wrist shook slightly, The immortal energy that surged to his fingertips was immediately withdrawn.
“Pfft.”
Han Zhongli’s voice came through, but his magic power didn’t come through.
When he rushed all the way to Qin Yao, the crab claws as sharp as a blade had already pierced Han Xiangzi's chest.
"Damn it."
Seeing Han Xiangzi's blood splashing on the table, Han Zhongli didn't care about the situation and quickly ran over to support the other person's shaky body.
“Bang.”
Tieguai Li ran over closely behind him and hit the shrimp general hard on the face with his cane, sending him flying up and hitting him hard. On a table not far away.
Han Zhongli quickly touched Han Xiangzi's body with his fingers twice, sealing the surging blood.
Then he used his meager magic power to hang his life, and shouted to Tieguai Li: "I don't have enough magic power to save him. The only way now is to take him back to the thatched cottage as soon as possible and ask the demon girl to help him.
Laoguai, this is hurtful I’ll leave the monster to you, capture him alive if you can, and investigate why he wanted to kill Han Xiangzi.”
Before Tieguai Li could reply, Han Zhongli rushed out with Han Xiangzi in his arms. The restaurant disappeared into the lobby.
In the lobby, Tieguai Li, who had very little mana left, looked at the red-armored monster and swallowed subconsciously.
Capture the opponent alive? In his current state, he might be captured alive by this monster!
Han Zhongli was not worried that Tieguai Li's life would be in danger.
They are heavenly messengers, blessed by the gods. They can be defeated, but they will never be killed.
Otherwise, the Dragon King would definitely not have given them the chance to find the other Six Immortals, and would have taken action himself to end their lives.
But Han Xiangzi is different. He is now a mortal. If he dies, it will seriously slow down the gathering of the Eight Immortals.
Therefore, Han Zhongli almost used up all his energy to feed himself and ran as fast as he could to the thatched cottage in the suburbs.
Lying on Han Zhongli's back and secretly watching him sweating profusely, Qin Yao felt strangely moved in his heart.
Although the other party is working so hard to ensure the return of the Eight Immortals, in the final analysis, he is also working hard to keep himself alive.
Thinking of this, Qin Yao's palm on Han Zhongli's back quietly surged out with a trace of faith, penetrating into the opponent's body like threads.
Han Zhongli didn't know where the strength came from in his body, which caused his running speed to surge again. It only took half a cup of tea to send Han Xiangzi from the market to the small courtyard.
"Witch... Bah, Miss Yancai, come out to save people!"
In the wing room, Yancai, who had a round belly after eating, was slightly startled, rubbed her belly and walked out of the room: "What's going on?"
Han Zhongli rushed straight in In her room, she placed Qin Yao on the bed with the faintest fragrance, and said anxiously: "I will explain it later, save people first."
Yancai nodded, held the sword secret in his hand, and put it on his chest Wrap it around twice, and then point a green light at Qin Yao's chest and abdomen.
Blue light entered the body, and the wounds on this mortal body healed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the wounds poked by the crab claws disappeared.
"Han Xiangzi, Han Xiangzi."
After treating his injuries, Yancai came to the bed, gently pinched the other person's nose and called.
"Oh."
Qin Yao took a deep breath and suddenly woke up, with a face full of shock: "Why am I here?"
"Of course it's me. I risked my life to bring you back," Han Zhongli said, patting his chest.
"Thank you." Qin Yao said sincerely.
"What about me? What about me?" Yancai asked enthusiastically.
A smile bloomed on Qin Yao's face: "Thank you too."
Human nature is extremely complex, and most of the time, love and hate are all in one thought.
Yancai pestered him to play the short flute, which was an easily offending behavior.
But she didn't force herself, and she didn't put herself in a very high position. She loved to laugh by nature, and even when she spoke, there was a smile between her brows, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. It was really difficult. Getting annoying.
Not to mention, the other party has now "saved" his life. As long as he has some conscience, this thank you is indispensable.
Yancai blinked, her eyes sparkling, she summoned the short black flute with a flip of her hand, and said with a smile: "Verbal thanks are too vain, be practical and play the flute."< br>
Qin Yao decisively refused: "No!"
He knew the meaning of the short flute. If he really blew the short flute, the colorful heart would most likely be like the one in the original work. Put it on yourself like that.
This is what he doesn't want to see.
Yancai is quite disappointed, but there is nothing she can do about it.
"Are you okay?" At this time, Tieguai Li, with a white cloth wrapped around his face, came to the door and asked Qin Yao.
"I'm fine." Qin Yao stood up and said, "But Shangxian, you seem to have something going on."
"It's fine, fine." Tieguai Li Na was willing to admit it, waving his hands repeatedly: "I bumped my nose on the way back, and the little apprentice at the medicine hall made it look like this for me."
Han Zhongli moved his lips, but after seeing Tieguai Li's warning gaze, he closed his mouth again.
“Can you tell me now, what happened?” Yancai asked.
Tieguai Li paused slightly, pointed at Han Zhongli and said, "It's all his fault."
Qin Yao and Yancai Jin both had question marks on their faces.
Why is it all Han Zhongli’s fault?
"After Han Xiangzi left, the two of us chased him. Who would have thought of chasing after him? This guy was like a child and insisted on buying candied haws. This delayed us for a while, and Han Xiangzi was killed by a Injured by shrimp spirit," Tieguai Li complained.
"Shrimp spirit?" Yancai whispered softly, thoughtfully.
At the same time, Qin Yao contacted the original work that he had read in his previous life, and he roughly guessed the origin of the shrimp spirit, with a cold look in his eyes.
I traveled through time earlier than I met Yancai, so the one that Prince Hualong wanted to kill was himself, not Han Xiangzi who was killed by Li Daitao.
He remembered very clearly that in the original work, the true identity of Prince Hualong was Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight Immortals.
Because this guy loves Yancai so much, he wants to kill Han Xiangzi and then be quick. In fact, he almost killed Han Xiangzi. It was Yancai who appeared at the critical moment and saved the other person's life.
Later, he went against the other Seven Immortals many times, until finally, the Dragon King of the East China Sea gave him up for his own benefit. He was forced to abandon his secrets and turn to the light, becoming one of the Eight Immortals.
In other words, after being the villain for half of the show, he finally cleared his name by relying on his identity.
In the original work, Han Xiangzi could forgive him.
But Qin Yao respected the sage Confucius very much. Why repay kindness with kindness?
As for the Eight Immortals crossing the sea...
A name suddenly flashed into his mind.
Since he can replace Tao Jiang and become Han Xiangzi, then why can't Zhang Guo, Lan Caihe's master in the original work, become Zhang Guolao?
Isn't it just adding the word "老" after the name...
"What are you thinking about?" Han Zhongli asked, looking at his thoughtful expression and eager to change the subject.
Qin Yao came back to his senses and said seriously: "I was wondering, have you figured out a way to help me become an immortal?"
"Help you become an immortal?" Yancai had a gossipy look on her face. cute.
Qin Yao pointed to the two immortals and said: "They said that I am one of the eight immortals and they want to help me become an immortal, but I don't want to become another person... It's that simple."
"Eight Immortals." Yancai's heart skipped a beat, but she suddenly remembered a legend she had heard.
The Eight Immortals work together to level the East China Sea!
"Ahem." Han Zhongli coughed again and said hesitantly: "I have figured out the method, but there is something wrong with the operation."
Qin Yao said lightly: "What's the problem?"
Han Zhongli: "The gap between mortals and gods is a huge chasm. Ordinary spiritual objects and medicines cannot make people become immortals overnight. Only those legendary substances can This great power.
Among the legendary substances, only Laojun’s Nine Revolutions Elixir is the most likely to be obtained. But the problem is that we can’t reach the sky now.”
Qin. Yao pondered for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face: "I have a question, why do you think that if you go to heaven and see Laojun, Laojun will give you the nine-turn elixir?"
Han Zhongli pointed at Tieguai Li and said with a smile: "This is the reason. He and Laojun have a close relationship!" (End of Chapter)