Chapter 122 Familiarity

The next day.

In a valley filled with the aroma of elixir.

An old man with white hair and beard sat under the eaves of a thatched house. On the stove in front of him was a clay pot, in which fat fish was stewed, and the broth was bubbling, exuding an alluring aroma.

The old man saw a figure appearing in the direction of the valley entrance from a distance, and his face suddenly smiled a little more.

It was not until the young man came closer that the old man greeted him: "Yuan Ming, you came at the right time. I just stewed this pot of fish, and I haven't had time to pick up my chopsticks, and you are here."

"I'm afraid that Senior Yuweng will eat fish without wine, so I brought you wine." Yuan Ming smiled without being polite.

As he said that, he raised the two small crimson wine jars in his hands.

"Hey, you really brought wine?" When Yuweng saw the wine, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurriedly got up to greet him.

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

"Okay, okay, just drink with me." The fisherman smiled and led Yuan Ming to sit down.

"It smells so good. Today's fish feels especially fresh." Yuan Ming smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but praise.

"Hey, that's right. This pot of fish has at least three spiritual herbs with a medicinal age of more than 30 years. It is nourishing and flavorful. I won't let ordinary people taste it." The fisherman said with a smile.

"Senior, is it really okay for you to directly pick the spiritual herbs from the medicine garden?" Yuan Ming asked.

"If you don't say it and I don't say it, who will know? Come often in the future, and I will make sure you are full of energy." The fisherman said with a smile.

"Senior, I naturally dare not refuse your kindness. But I have to practice in seclusion for a while in the next period of time. When the seclusion is over, I will bring wine to see you." Yuan Ming said.

"Diligent practice is a good thing." The fisherman nodded and praised.

...

At night.

The bright moonlight leaking from the window splashed on Yuan Ming.

He held the incense burner in his arms, his whole body bathed in radiance.

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

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

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

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

"It's been several months, and it's still a little short of being fully lit..." Yuan Ming said in his heart.

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

Thinking of this, he held the incense burner with both hands and began to transfer magic power into it.

As soon as the magic power was transferred in, Yuan Ming found something wrong.

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

But the incense burner did not change significantly.

"Not enough?" Yuan Ming thought, and began to transfer his magic power with all his strength.

"It's lit..."

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

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

Thinking 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, and thus obtained the "Nine Yuan Jue" practice method, which directly changed his fate.

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

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

This time the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner lit up, maybe it was a new opportunity to light incense.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ming no longer hesitated, and immediately took out the fire stick and lit the black incense in the stove.

The flame on the fire stick approached the incense head, and the shaking flame quickly licked it.

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

The smell between sandalwood and pine resin soon spread in the room.

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

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

Unfortunately, his struggle did not last long, and he fell into darkness in front of him and lost all consciousness.

Not long after, a noisy sound came from all around.

Yuan Ming felt someone push his shoulder, and then his eyes opened hazily.

"Wang Shun, you don't want your head anymore. What day is today? You dare to be lazy and sleep?" He rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that the person who spoke next to him was a round-faced man wearing a brown short robe and dressed like a chores.

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

Yuan Ming did not answer in a hurry, but looked down at his own attire. He looked the same as the round-faced man, and seemed to be a servant.

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

The last time he possessed a young emperor, this time he became a low-level servant.

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

"You dare to talk back? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and bring the horse, and prepare the carriage in front. Madam is going to go to the City God Temple to burn incense. If you delay the time, you will be in trouble." The round-faced man urged.

Yuan Ming then took the opportunity to observe the environment around him.

He found that he seemed to be in a deep courtyard. Behind him was a stable that was as big as four or five houses, with seven or eight tall and majestic horses in it.

These horses were all pure-colored horses, black, white, red or yellow-brown, without any mixed colors, and they all looked very energetic.

"What day is today?" Yuan Ming asked.

The round-faced man looked at him strangely when he heard this, and asked suspiciously: "Wang Shun, are you possessed by evil spirits?"

"What evil spirits do I possess? I just drank a little last night and I was a little sleepy today." Yuan Ming said.

"If you weren't good at horse breeding, and the master liked you, how could you enter our general's mansion with your character? If you don't hurry up, I will be beaten with you." The round-faced man said angrily.

General's mansion? Is he a errand boy in the general's mansion?

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

"My ancestors, today is the day of the temple fair held in the City God Temple in the south of the city. Our wife spent a lot of money to get the opportunity to invite the first incense. If you don't hurry up, I will be really angry with you." The round-faced man said angrily.

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

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

According to the etiquette, the general's wife can only ride in a three-horse sedan at most.

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

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

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

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

Yuan Ming took this opportunity to look around and saw tall tree shadows standing outside the courtyard from afar, which seemed to be a garden.

Further away, there was a five-story tall gray tower with eight treasures.

"Huh..."

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

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

There were several young and beautiful maids next to the sedan chair, and two rows of soldiers wearing armor with weapons hanging behind them. They all had murderous looks on their faces, and they were obviously real battlefield warriors.

"Wang Shun, lower your head, do you want to die?" At this time, the voice of a round-faced man came from the side.

He turned his head and saw that the other party had retreated to the side, with his hands hanging on his knees and his head lowered, only daring to look at the back of his feet.

Although Yuan Ming did not have the reverence of a servant, he did not want to cause any trouble to the original owner of this body because of himself, so he lowered his head like him.

When the sedan chair stopped in front of him, a maid immediately helped the elegant general's wife to change to a carriage.

After the lady and the personal maid got on the carriage, the others lined up on both sides.

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

Fortunately, there were several cavalrymen leading the way at the front of the team, otherwise Yuan Ming was really worried that he would take the wrong road and be seen by others.

The team of carriages and horses passed through several courtyards all the way 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 swept very cleanly.

The residences on both sides of the road were quite sparsely distributed, but just by looking at the gates, you can tell that they are all dignitaries, and each one is luxurious and noble within the regulations.

The carriage team went slowly all the way to the south of the city.

Yuan Ming looked at the street scene on the side of the road, and was a little dazed for a while.

He didn't know if his memory had merged with the memory of this body, but he felt that the street scenes on both sides were more and more similar.

Especially on both sides of the road, the two rows of thick pine trees that soared straight into the sky were big enough to be hugged by two adults.

"Strange..."

Yuan Ming drove slowly to another area with a lot of doubts.

Unlike the empty and quiet residential area of ​​dignitaries before, the streets here have obviously become narrower, and the ground is no longer paved with large bluestone slabs, but dense earth-burned blue bricks.

And a large number of street-facing buildings appeared on both sides of the road, densely packed and lined up.

These buildings are hung with various plaques and flags, and some even have bamboo and wooden sheds with various decorations on them to show their difference from others.

Yuan Ming has been in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and his memories of the Central Plains are only vague and fragmented, but many of the pictures sleeping in his memory still correspond to the scene in front of him.

Bustling streets, crowded shops, shoulder-to-shoulder pedestrians, and enthusiastic hawking...

Suddenly, Yuan Ming felt that he was no longer possessed by someone else, but seemed to be here in person.

He saw a small vendor's sign on the side of the road, which read "Rice Rice Dumplings", and couldn't help licking his lips.

Even though he hadn't seen the rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice wine yet, and couldn't even remember what they looked like, Yuan Ming's memory had already emerged with the warm, sweet, and soft taste.

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

Everything in front of him, what he saw, heard, and smelled, was full of an indescribable sense of familiarity.