Celestial being

The next day.

In a valley filled with the aroma of elixir.

An old man with white beard and hair sat under the eaves of a thatched hut. There was a clay pot on the stove in front of him. Fatty fish was stewed in it. The broth was sloshing and exuding an alluring aroma.

The old man saw a figure appearing in the direction of the entrance of the valley from a distance, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It wasn't until the young man came closer that the old man said hello: "Yuan Ming, you came at the perfect time. I just stewed the fish in the pot and you arrived before I even had time to take off my chopsticks."

"Isn't it because I'm afraid that Senior Yuweng will eat fish but not drink, so I'm bringing you wine?" Yuan Ming was not polite and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he waved the two crimson wine bottles in his hands.

"Hey, did you really bring wine?" When Yu Weng saw the wine, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"How could I forget what I promised you?" Yuan Ming smiled and handed over the wine and said.

"Okay, okay, you just have two drinks with me." Yu Weng led Yuan Ming to sit down with a smile.

"It smells so good. The fish feels particularly fresh today." Yuan Ming smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but praise it.

"Hey, no, this pot of fish is filled with three kinds of spiritual herbs that are over 30 years old. They are nourishing and flavorful. I wouldn't let the average person taste it." Yu Weng said with a smile.

"Senior, are you really okay with the elixir that you just collected from the medicine garden?" Yuan Ming asked.

"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, who will know? You will come here often from now on, and I will keep it and make it up for you." Yu Weng said with a smile.

"Senior's good intentions, of course I don't dare to brush off them. But in the next period of time, I have to practice in seclusion for a while. When the seclusion is over, I will bring wine to see you." Yuan Ming said.

"It is a good thing to practice diligently." Yu Weng heard this and nodded in praise.

…

at night.

The bright moonlight leaked from the window and fell on Yuan Ming.

He held the incense burner in his arms and was bathed in luster.

At this moment, Yuan Ming suddenly felt something in his heart and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's a full moon night again, and I don't know when I can return to my hometown in the Central Plains?" He sighed softly.

His eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the green incense burner in his hand, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

I saw that more than half of the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner had been lit up, but it was still a little short of being fully lit up.

"It's been several months, but it's still a little short of being fully lit..." Yuan Ming thought to himself.

At this time, he suddenly had a sudden thought: "Since this incense burner is also a magic weapon, I wonder if there will be any new changes if I try to activate it with magic power."

With this thought in mind, he held the incense burner with both hands and began to pour mana into it.

As soon as Mana Fang entered, Yuan Ming realized something was wrong.

It was obviously different from when he activated the magic weapon in the past. His magic power was absorbed by the incense burner. It was the kind of absorption that was swallowed up.

But there was no obvious change in the incense burner.

"Isn't it enough?" Yuan Ming thought to himself and began to pour in the magic power with all his strength.

"Bright……"

After a while, after Yuan Ming transferred most of his mana into the incense burner, a soft light finally lit up from the Tai Chi pattern on the burner.

"It really works! Does this mean that you can light incense again?" Yuan Ming was delighted.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately stopped practicing, closed the window, locked the door, and returned to the bed.

The last time he lit the black incense, he successfully possessed the young emperor, thereby obtaining the "Nine Yuan Jue" practice technique, which directly changed his destiny.

Therefore, Yuan Ming has always wanted to try burning incense again.

It's a pity that several subsequent attempts ended in failure, and he was still unable to light the black incense.

This time the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner lights up, which may be a new opportunity to light incense.

With Yuan Ming thinking like this, he no longer hesitated and immediately took the fire stick and lit the fire to light a stick of black incense stuck in the stove.

The flame lit on the huozhe was close to the incense head, and the trembling flames quickly licked it up.

After a while, a little green smoke curled up, and the second black incense was indeed ignited.

The smell, somewhere between sandalwood and rosin, soon filled the room.

The moment Yuan Ming smelled this fragrance, his consciousness began to become drowsy, and the scenery in front of him became blurry.

He faced this familiar feeling again, without the panic he felt the first time. He just tried to open his eyes wide, trying to stay awake to fight against this feeling of drowsiness.

Unfortunately, his resistance could not last long as his eyes fell into darkness and he lost all consciousness.

Not long after, a burst of noise came from all around.

Yuan Ming felt a push on his shoulder, and immediately opened his eyes in confusion.

"Wang Shun, don't worry, what kind of day is it today, do you still dare to be lazy and sleep?" He rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that the person speaking next to him was a round-faced man wearing a brown short robe and looking like a handyman.

"What are you looking at me for?" The round-faced man subconsciously touched his cheek.

Yuan Ming did not answer in a hurry, but looked down at his attire. He looked like the round-faced man, and he seemed to be a handyman or something.

"The gap is a bit big..." Yuan Ming sighed in his heart.

The last time he possessed a young emperor, this time he became a lowly servant.

"I just slept for a while, why are you making such a fuss?" Yuan Ming said, imitating the tone of the round-faced man.

"You still dare to talk back? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get the horse, and prepare the carriage in front. Madam is going to go to the Chenghuang Temple to offer incense. It's wasted time, and you will feel better." The round-faced man urged.

Yuan Ming then took advantage of the situation and observed his surroundings.

He found that he seemed to be in a deep house and compound, and behind him was a stable that was the size of four or five houses, with seven or eight tall horses that looked like horses.

These horses are all solid-colored horses, either black or white, red or yellow-brown. None of them have mottled colors on their bodies, and they all look very energetic.

"What day is it today?" Yuan Ming asked.

When the round-faced man heard this, he looked at him with a strange look on his face and asked suspiciously: "Wang Shun, have you hit the evil spirit?"

"What happened to me? I just drank some wine last night and was a little sleepy today." Yuan Ming said.

"If it weren't for your kid's skills in raising horses, and the master likes you, with your virtues, can you enter our general's mansion? If you don't hurry up, I will have to suffer the same fate as you." The round-faced man said angrily.

General's Mansion? Has he become a handyman in the general's mansion?

"You haven't said yet, what day is today?" Yuan Ming continued to ask.

"My ancestors, today is the day when the Chenghuang Temple in the south of the city holds a temple fair. Our wife spent a lot of money to get the opportunity to pay for the first incense. If you don't hurry up, I'm really worried about you." The round-faced man said angrily.

After hearing this, Yuan Ming got up and rushed to the stable.

He subconsciously picked three white horses in the stable, pulled the reins and walked out.

According to etiquette, a general's wife could only ride in a sedan with no more than three horses.

Since he had to pull the cart, he didn't need to wear a saddle or harness, so Yuan Ming followed the round-faced man and led the three horses out of the stable and to the front yard.

Arriving at an open courtyard in the front yard, a beautifully decorated and luxurious carriage was already parked there.

Yuan Ming led three horses forward and hitched them to the carriage side by side.

After settling everything, he waited for the arrival of the general's wife.

Yuan Ming took advantage of this time to look around and saw tall trees standing outside the courtyard in the distance, which seemed to be a garden.

Further away, there is a blue-grey tower with eight treasures and eight floors, about five stories high.

"Huh……"

For some reason, when Yuan Ming looked at the silhouette of the tall tower, he felt that it looked familiar.

At this time, a group of people came here carrying a beautiful sedan.

Next to the sedan chair were several young and bright-looking maids, and behind them were two rows of soldiers wearing weapons and armor. They all had murderous looks on their faces, and they had obviously killed the enemy in battle.

"Wang Shun, lower your head, do you want your life?" At this time, a round-faced man's warning voice came from beside him.

He turned around and saw that the other party had stepped aside, his hands hanging on his knees, his head lowered, and he could only look at the insteps of his feet.

Although Yuan Ming didn't have the awe of a servant, he didn't want to cause any trouble to the original owner of this body, so he lowered his head like him.

The sedan pulled up to the front, and immediately there were maids helping the elegant general's wife to transfer to the carriage.

After the lady and her maid got on the carriage, others lined up to follow on the left and right sides.

Yuan Ming was responsible for driving the carriage to the south of the city.

Fortunately, there were a few cavalrymen at the front of the team to lead the way, otherwise Yuan Ming would really be worried that he had gone the wrong way and someone would see it out.

The team of carriages and horses passed through several courtyards before finally leaving the mansion and coming outside.

The road outside the General's Mansion was so wide that Yuan Ming was surprised. The ground was paved with neat tiles and kept very clean.

The mansions on both sides of the road are scattered quite sparsely, but just by looking at the gates, you can tell that they are all high-ranking officials, and each of them shows luxury and dignity within the regulations.

The team of chariots and horses headed south of the city leisurely.

Yuan Ming looked at the street scene beside the road and felt a little dazed for a moment.

He didn't know if his memory was fused with the memory of this body, but he actually felt that the street scenes on both sides became more and more similar the more he looked at them.

Especially on both sides of the road, the two rows of thick pine trees towering straight into the sky are both large enough for two adults to hug.

"It's strange..."

Yuan Ming was filled with doubts as the vehicle slowly drove to another area.

Different from the previous empty and quiet areas where dignitaries lived, the streets here have become obviously narrower, and the ground is no longer paved with large bluestone tiles, but densely packed earth-fired blue bricks.

And there are a large number of street-facing buildings on both sides of the road, densely packed and row upon row.

Various plaques and flags are hung outside these buildings, and some even have bamboo and wooden sheds set up outside with various decorations to highlight their differences from other buildings.

Yuan Ming had been in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and all kinds of memories of the Central Plains in his memory were only blurry and fragmented pictures, but many of the pictures sleeping in his memory still corresponded to the scene in front of him.

Busy streets, crowded shops, crowded pedestrians, and enthusiastic hawkers...

Suddenly, Yuan Ming felt that he was no longer possessing others, but as if he had come here in person.

At a glance, he saw the sign of a small vendor on the side of the road, which said "wine rice dumplings with glutinous rice balls", and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Although he hadn't seen the fermented glutinous rice dumplings yet, or even remembered what they looked like, the warm, sweet, and soft texture had already emerged in Yuan Ming's memory.

In a restaurant not far away, the rich aroma of wine floated from afar, mixed with the aroma of food. It had a completely different taste from southern Xinjiang wine, and was extremely mellow.

Everything he saw, heard, and smelled felt indescribably familiar.