I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 93 Picking up remnants of history by the stream with sighs
Beside him, Ao Bai was no longer arrogant. As the wine was poured, he stared straight at the porcelain bottle and jade cup, not even glancing at the people from Yunmeng Mountain.

Jiang She could almost hear him swallowing.

The faint sound of thunder could be heard on the horizon.

Master Jiwei and his disciple exchanged a glance, both thinking to themselves.

It really is a dragon!
Before them lay the immortal brew that Lian Yichuan, the chief god, and the Wei River dragon had chased for over a hundred miles to visit on Tongren Mountain.

Both of them swallowed hard.

The cat was sniffing in Jiang She's arms, so he put down his wine cup and let the cat taste it too.

After feeding the cat, Jiang She picked up his fishing rod and looked at the sea of ​​clouds. The people of Yunmeng Mountain had not lied; there really were fish in these clouds, and some of them were picky eaters. Only now, with the green energy so strong, were they beginning to show.

Ao Bai withdrew his gaze.

He vaguely sensed the apprehension of the two cultivators from Yunmeng Mountain. Did they really think he would steal it?

Ao Bai simply turned his back to them and picked up a fishing rod as well.

When asked, "Sir, would you like to go fishing?"

Jiang She said casually, "Give it a try."

Ao Bai squinted at the clouds, where he could vaguely make out a few silvery fish that flashed by and disappeared in an instant.

"Which one would you like, sir?"

He was a water deity, and there had never been a fish he couldn't catch. Although he didn't understand the point of fishing, Mr. Jiang liked it, and Ao Bai was willing to fetch it for him.

The middle-aged man, Qingyunzi, glanced at it.

“I’ve lived in the mountains for fifty years and have only ever seen one or two people catch fish.”

Ao Bai chuckled inwardly.

"What kind of fish is it that I, as a god, cannot catch?"

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu were somewhat drunk, whispering amongst themselves with Jiang She. Yuan Danqiu, in particular, had been sitting there for days without catching a single fish, and he now knew that the mountain gods weren't so easy to catch.

He squinted, drunkenly, and looked at Ao Bai.

I wonder if the water spirits can catch fish...

Ao Bai, completely focused, gazed at the sea of ​​clouds and cast his fishing rod—

"Master——"

"senior----"

"Are you there?"

From afar, the voices of two children, Sanshui and Chuyi, could be heard, calling out as they searched for someone.

Along the mountain path, the trees were lush and green. Two children gradually climbed up from the bottom of the mountain, covered in dust and withered leaves, looking rather drab. Only their eyes were bright and sparkling as they peered around, looking at everything.

Upon seeing someone at the edge of the cliff, the two rushed over.

He called out excitedly.

"senior!"

His momentum was interrupted, Ao Bai put down his fishing rod and glanced at the two boys.

Sanshui, oblivious to their presence, chuckled and said to Jiang She, "Senior, I knew Grandmaster and Master were here. You were...fishing?"

As she spoke, half a blade of grass was stuck in her hair, making her hair look messy.

Jiang She picked it up for her.

He asked with a smile, "Yes. How did you come up with the idea of ​​coming here?"

Sanshui's face was flushed. She carefully took the paper out of her purse at her waist, and carefully shielded it from the wind with one hand, afraid that the wind would blow the paper away.

I crouched down and gently touched it.

Suddenly a yellow tabby cat appeared beside him. The black cat was startled, but quickly became familiar with it and perked up.

Its tail is standing upright.

The two cats chased each other, rolling around in a heap on the mountain.

Sanshui raised his head.

"I want to see the kitten, and I also want to play with Mr. [my husband]."

I followed behind in the first year of junior high school, and I was a little out of breath while climbing the mountain.

"Me too."

They didn't actually want the cats to stay with them all the time; Sanshui Chuyi just squatted on the ground and watched them play from a distance.

Two cats, one running ahead, stopping and starting, the other chasing behind. When they encounter a grasshopper, they stop, swiftly and accurately jabbing it with their paw, then playing with it for a while. The other cat tries to peer in, squeezing and pushing its way in.

So they started fighting again.

This tingling, numb feeling in my heart is already very happy and joyful.

The cat ran around for a while.

It darted out of the bushes again, crawling in small steps, choosing to stick close to people instead of going anywhere else.

The black cat nestled in Jiang She's arms, its eyes closed.

The ears twitched.

The yellow raccoon cat nestled beside Sanshui and Chuyi, its fur gently stroked by four small hands. It fell asleep quickly, its breathing soon becoming even, its belly heaving.

Ao Bai saw it.

He also felt it was pointless to argue with a child, so he shook his head and decided not to pursue the matter of being interrupted.

Cast the fishing rod out again.

"I already noticed something about this fish. It's only when the weather is clear and the fish is very cunning that it shows its true colors."

Ao Bai said, "This time it will definitely work."

Sanshui then realized that there was someone else beside him!
Sitting with seniors and mentors, perhaps they are newly made friends.

She asked, "Are you fishing?"

The answer was affirmative; Sanshui had never seen anyone fish out of the clouds.

Thinking to myself, I wonder if this fish will taste good.

Ao Bai glanced at him.

All the little kid knows is how to eat.

He said casually, "I can share one with you when we catch it."

After drinking the fine wine, everyone was actually a little tipsy.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai were almost asleep from their idle chatter. The Old Deer Mountain God listened to Ao Bai and the people of Yunmeng Mountain arguing, smiled with narrowed eyes, and remained silent.

Sanshui and Chuyi were more alert. They didn't know that Ao Bai was the Water Lord. They whispered to each other and got along quite well.

Jiang She was not drunk.

A warm, cozy cat is sleeping in my arms.

Sitting beside him was a mountain god, a water god, a poet, a Taoist priest, and several other practitioners.

The moonlight pierced through the clouds, occasionally flashing a silvery light.

He looked down, his gaze piercing through the clouds, and saw many dense, tall trees, their verdant green mingling with the mountain mist. He also saw small, low houses, dark and gloomy, the homes of those living below the mountain.

They should be asleep by now.

What kind of dreams do they have? Jiang She thought quietly, the mountain breeze blowing, and the voices around him gradually fading away.

Ao Bai closed his eyes. Master Jiwei and his disciple Qingyun leaned their shoulders together, having drunk their fill. Sanshui and Chuyi huddled together, their heads close together, and had unknowingly fallen asleep.

It was very quiet down below the mountain; you could hear the chirping of cicadas and the calls of insects.

Occasionally, a yellow dog would bark twice. The couple wouldn't even look up; only if the barking went on for too long would they hurriedly get up to catch the thief.

From the mountaintop, the figures are extremely small, and the distant river, like a long ribbon, reflects the moonlight, rippling and sparkling.

Jiang She emptied his mind and body.

I can't help but recall the joyous wedding banquet I witnessed during the day.

It has also merged with the ancient city of Chaoge. Half of it is broken bricks and tiles, and the other half is the joyous banquet we see today, and the work songs that rise and fall on the Yongji Canal.

The ancient and the modern are blended together.

He shared the same moon with people from the Shang and Tang dynasties.

They were all people from ancient times.

They are all people of today.

As if the sky had brightened briefly, Jiang She heard footsteps and muttering, but ignored them.

Immersed in this rare insight.

It was as if the sound of pottery bells from 1,700 years ago could be heard in my ears. Some people were wearing silk clothes with animal face patterns and tall crowns, playing the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument), while others were playing bronze drums and panpipes.

Many people also draped themselves in hemp cloth, went barefoot, and danced and sang on the ground, singing indistinct tunes and blowing willow leaves.

Jiang She seemed to understand their voices.

"There's a severe drought this year."

"The heat never ceases."

"The scorching of my crops and the depletion of my people's strength—is this because the ruler's virtue is lacking, thus incurring divine punishment?"

“We offer you generous sacrifices…we are willing to recommend sake, black oysters, and Qiang people.”

"We hope that the incense offerings will reach upwards, so that the gods may hear them..."

"We hope that the gods will forgive us."

"The clouds spread their blessings, bringing down sweet rain."

"It nourishes my land, revives my grains, and saves my people—"

Then came a burst of music and chanting in prayer. Some people started dancing, then took a tortoise shell, polished it smooth, and recited some words that Jiang She couldn't understand, but he could only grasp the general meaning.

After that, they used fire to burn the oracle bones.

Cracks appeared on the tortoise shell, and those people spoke with extreme caution, but Jiang She did not hear what they said.

These sounds gradually faded into the distance.

It's blurry.

Before long, another large group of people, clad in armor, appeared, migrating from afar. They hunted by the river, catching wild boars or setting nets to catch fish.

Then some people lit a large cauldron by the river and divided the meat to eat.

Some people even made a special record of this.

Jiang She saw someone using a knife to carve characters on animal armor. The strokes were mostly straight lines, thin and sharp, revealing their sharpness.

Smoke curls from the kitchen.

These people entered the city, and it quickly became prosperous. Wealth, weapons, armor, sorcerers, officials, nobles, and slaves from all over the land gathered here.

To perform sacrifices and wage war.

The most important affairs of state are sacrifices and military affairs.

It was as if I could hear ancient sighs.

As Jiang She looked at each scene, it was as if he were picking up these sighs by the stream of history.

I wonder if that rain eventually came, whether there was a water god at the time, and whether that water god granted the request? I also wonder why those Qiang people were defeated and taken prisoner...

cruel.

ancient.

And magnificent.

……

……

Li Bai turned over and realized he had fallen asleep. He had just drunk some wine and been chilled by the mountain breeze, and for some reason, he was very sleepy.

He patted Yuan Danqiu on the shoulder.

"Danqiu Zi, Danqiu Zi..."

Yuan Danqiu opened his eyes groggily and mumbled something:
"What are you doing?"

Li Bai showed him the bright daylight, "Get up, we slept on this mountain all night, I had a very long dream..."

Yuan Danqiu closed his eyes and recalled.

"I also had a dream."

He mumbled incoherently, "I dreamt that someone chopped someone off from above and threw them into the water. I don't know why, but I didn't feel scared in the dream. Now that I think about it..."

He became more alert, the cold wind blowing against his face.

Qingyunzi and his master Jiwei heard voices, opened their eyes, and saw that it was already bright daylight. Only then did they realize that they had actually slept on the mountaintop all night.

How many years has it been since I've been this carefree?
The middle-aged man, Qingyunzi, glanced around but couldn't see his two disciples.

"What about Sanshui and Chuyi?"

Old Deer Mountain God and Ao Bai also woke up and sat up with their legs up. The deer and the dragon heard the voices and looked around at the world. The cold wind was blowing, and they could see amazement in each other's eyes.

Li Bai was still savoring the dream.

He thought to himself, "I seem to have dreamt of things from the Shang Dynasty..."

"I also dreamed that someone was burning a tortoise shell. I still remember the cracks on it. It's a pity that I didn't understand what they were saying in the dream, and I don't know what the divination results were."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in my face.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu tightened their clothes, "Why is it suddenly so cold?"

As they talked, they helped each other to their feet.

I took a nap on the mountaintop, and thankfully I didn't catch a cold.

Seeing Jiang She still sitting in the mountains, seemingly asleep and not yet awake, Li Bai stepped forward and called out softly, "Sir."

"gentlemen……"

Jiang She slowly opened his eyes, pulling himself out of that mysterious feeling. The fishing rod was still beside him.

Looking out into the distance, outside the cliffs, every household was already wrapped in thick clothes.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky.

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

Fishing alone in the winter snow.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)