Celestial being

"In the final analysis, flying magic weapons are just auxiliary magic weapons. The people in Southern Xinjiang prefer to directly control spiritual beasts that can fly, while those in the Central Plains prefer flying magic weapons. The so-called flying swordsmen are nothing more than It’s just walking with a sword.” The Third Cave Master explained.

"That's it." Yuan Ming suddenly said.

After saying that, he took off HuoGanEr from his shoulders and placed it on the ground.

"Third Cave Master, this disciple is going to retreat in the mountains recently. I just want to ask you to leave, so I will leave first." With that, he excused himself and turned around to leave.

The Third Cave Master was distracted by him using the flying magic weapon. She recalled the refining process of the flying magic weapon in her mind. She didn't react for a while. When Yuan Ming left, she suddenly remembered that she had not paid the white flame fine gold. .

"Flying magic weapon..." The third cave master murmured.

Yuan Ming came to Huofang, reported to Senior Brother Fangge, then went back to clean up briefly, and then went to the Shiwan Mountain to practice in seclusion again.

In addition to improving his cultivation during this retreat, Yuan Ming also wanted to try to incorporate many of the materials he had found recently into making incense.

He believes that as long as the correct spiritual materials are found to replace the original mundane materials, the time for burning incense to possess the body will be longer, and the effect will be closer to the original black incense.

He opened a cave in the mountain and built a tree house on an ancient tree outside.

After settling in, Yuan Ming began a new round of scent testing.

He gained a lot this time, and the spiritual materials he brought back were of various types. For a while, he didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a long time, he took out the underworld tree he brought back from the Snake King Valley first, scraped off half a cup of powder from it, and added it to his incense ingredients.

After making the incense this time, Yuan Ming couldn't wait to light one.

The properties of the underworld tree itself are related to the soul, so Yuan Ming has high hopes for this incense.

"Liu Tianming..."

Yuan Ming looked at the rising smoke, silently reciting the name of the little emperor in his heart, and sketched his appearance in his mind. His vision gradually became blurred until he fell into boundless darkness.

But after a moment, Yuan Ming's eyes lit up again, and he immediately saw a large table covered with bright yellow satin, and a pair of white palms pressing on the table.

The owner of the palm was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and was looking down at a piece of letter on the table.

Yuan Ming confirmed that he was possessed by the little emperor of Jin Dynasty again, but he was still in a state of bystander. He could only feel the little emperor's emotions and could not control his behavior.

However, Yuan Ming felt a very strong excitement and excitement at this time.

He could even feel that the little emperor's arms resting on the table were trembling uncontrollably.

Yuan Ming looked down with the little emperor's gaze, and saw that the handwriting on the letter on the table looked familiar. After careful inspection, he discovered that it was the letter he wrote to the general's palace to report that he was safe.

The little emperor grabbed the letter, held it in the air, shook it vigorously, and said excitedly: "General Yuan, that's great, I knew Brother Ming wouldn't die that easily. I'm going to send someone to take him back, right away, right away."

Yuan Ming followed the little emperor's raised gaze and saw a middle-aged man in court uniform standing in front of the main hall.

He has thick black eyebrows, sharp eyes, a high nose, and a short black beard outside his lips. He is tall and straight, with a calm demeanor. Standing there, he is like a stone tablet guarding the mountain, unmoving.

Before seeing this face, Yuan Ming had a vague impression of him, but the moment he saw this face, his image immediately became clear and three-dimensional in Yuan Ming's mind.

It's just that compared to the father in his memory, the man in front of him has a little more gray hair on his temples.

"Father……"

Yuan Ming was unable to speak at the moment, but the voice shouting in his heart was also vibrating.

General Yuan, who is as tall as a pine tree, has a much calmer expression on his face than the little emperor. However, you can still see the slight redness in the corners of his eyes, which shows that he is not as calm as he appears on the surface.

"Your Majesty, I am concerned about you. Quanzi's letter did not mention where he was. He only knew that the place where the letter was sent was in a military town of the Kasi tribe in southern Xinjiang. Weichen had sent his own soldiers to follow the spies in southern Xinjiang. We're going to investigate. Once we have reliable results, we'll send someone close to help." General Yuan said with fists in his hands.

"This guy has obviously sent a letter back, why didn't he tell me where he was going? What's even more disgusting is that there is not a single word for me in the letter." The little emperor put down the letter and said with some dissatisfaction.

"He probably has some last resort reasons." General Yuan sighed.

When the little emperor heard this, he couldn't bear to blame him anymore when he thought of the hardships Yuan Ming might have suffered in southern Xinjiang.

The reason why Yuan Ming did not tell his family about his whereabouts was that on the one hand he had not recovered the complete memory of his murder, and on the other hand he wanted to wait until his strength improved and he had the ability to protect himself before going back.

"General Yuan, Brother Ming is still alive..."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Apart from informing you, I have never said anything to a third person." General Yuan understood and said immediately.

"That's good. When he comes back, I want him..." The little emperor said half of his words and did not say any more.

But Yuan Ming heard his voice: "I want him to be my right-hand man, just like before..."

After General Yuan said goodbye and left, the eunuchs and maids who the little emperor had dismissed cautiously returned to the palace.

The confidant eunuch who was accompanying the young emperor saw that His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood and asked: "Your Majesty, the two ministers of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Husband have asked to see you. They want to discuss with your Majesty the resumption of mutual trade with southern Xinjiang. Do you want to announce their entry?" ?”

"I won't see anyone today. All matters will be discussed tomorrow." The little emperor waved his hand and said without thinking.

"Here."

The young eunuch responded and wanted to exit and send away the two ministers.

At this time, I suddenly heard the little emperor say: "Bring my precious box here."

"Here." The little eunuch heard the words and immediately responded.

After a while, a purple-red wooden box two feet square was moved to the little emperor's desk.

He waved his hand again and drove everyone out.

Then, the little emperor opened the golden lock on the purple wooden box and slowly opened the lid.

Inside the box, there were many scattered small objects. There was a black and white tiger stuffed doll, a small exquisitely carved wooden sword, a half-moon-shaped jade pendant, and many hand-bound books...

The little emperor looked at these small objects with a look of indifference on his face.

"Brother Ming, you haven't finished the picture album of "The Journey of the White Horse" yet. This time it's true, so I've been waiting for it..." After a moment, he picked up a bound book with a blue cover and said sadly. .

Yuan Ming felt the sentimentality in this sentence.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been hit in the head, thoughts were surging in his mind, and vague memory fragments began to emerge.

But at the same time, the scene in front of Yuan Ming became blurry again, and the time for possession had come.

When his vision was clear, Yuan Ming looked at the burning incense in front of him, but his pupils couldn't focus for a long time.

There was a picture in his mind, flashing like a floating scroll.

He saw himself with a childish face, and the little emperor who was also childish. The two of them were in the pavilion of the imperial garden of the palace. One was painting, the other was studying ink with his sleeves raised, and they were drawing a picture together.

"The White Horse Boy... I remembered that it was a comic book created by the Sixth Prince and I, no, His Majesty and I." Yuan Ming murmured to himself.

At that time, one of them was a young genius famous in the capital, good at calligraphy and painting, and a well-known vernacular novelist who was good at writing fables. The other was the sixth prince with outstanding qualifications in the imperial family of the Jin Dynasty.

They are similar in age, and both have open-minded and unrestrained ideas. They are close friends who regard each other as confidants. Their thoughts collided and they jointly created a story about a young prince who fled the world, became a brother of the opposite sex with a martial arts disciple, and made their way in the world together.

This story is "The Boy on the White Horse".

As these memories continued to recover, Yuan Ming became more and more excited.

This feeling is very complicated, just like trying to piece together a broken porcelain bottle back to its original state. Yuan Ming is also constantly piecing together a complete self with the recovered memories.

He himself didn't even notice that in this process, his personality was changing bit by bit.

When Yuan Ming calmed down and reached for the incense burner, his movements suddenly stopped.

"The time of possession this time... seems to have been greatly extended!" Yuan Ming suddenly woke up.

This time, he completely experienced the communication process between the little emperor and his father, and also experienced the process of the little eunuch bringing the treasure box. The time was more than doubled than before.

"The wood powder of the Underworld Tree can greatly extend the possession time. Rare spiritual materials must be added to the incense!" Yuan Ming was overjoyed and came to this conclusion.

Although it is far from reaching the level of the original Heixiang, and it cannot control the actions of the possessed person, the increase over such a long time is already a huge gain.

This time's experiment further inspired Yuan Ming's determination to continue trying. He added the spiritual materials he had purchased previously to the incense-making materials one by one, and began a long experiment.

While waiting for the incense burner to be restored, Yuan Ming sealed himself in the cave and began practicing in seclusion.

He lit a piece of Qingxuan incense on the incense burner in front of him.

As a curl of green smoke rose and slowly coiled up in the room, the feeling of connection with the smoke emerged in Yuan Ming's mind again.

Within a few breaths, Yuan Ming felt a sense of clarity penetrate his heart, and all fatigue was swept away.

He immediately took out a white porcelain bottle, poured a clear yellow Peiyuan Pill from it, and put it into his mouth.

The elixir melted in his mouth before he could swallow it. Yuan Ming suddenly felt fluid under his tongue and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful. Immediately, he felt a warm current flowing down his throat and into his abdomen.

The next moment, this warm current condensed around his dantian, as if it was warming his dantian.

Feeling this wonderful feeling, Yuan Ming immediately closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged, and began to recite the "Nine Yuan Jue" silently, and began to practice Zhou Tian.

As the magic power in his Dantian was mobilized and tried to move into the meridians, the warm currents surrounding the Dantian also moved and dispersed into the meridians.

Yuan Ming only felt that the mana flowing in his meridians suddenly surged, and the speed of the heaven and earth could not help but speed up.

Using Qingxuanxiang and Peiyuan Pill at the same time, with this double blessing, the efficiency of his cultivation has almost doubled.

So much so that he himself was shocked.

Yuan Ming quickly adjusted his mentality, seized this opportunity, and began to concentrate on training.

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