Chapter 242 Let’s Just Call You Huazhi

Yuan Ming quickly came to the garden of the mansion, chose a secluded corner, took out the spirit beast bag and patted it lightly.

A ball of purple-black light instantly emerged from the bag and fell to the ground.

As soon as the light hit the ground, it immediately revealed its true form. It was the demon vine black toad that had been sleeping for a long time, but its current appearance looked completely different from before.

Now it has completely lost its toad shape and has completely turned into a mass of intertwined purple and black vines. Its outer skin is covered with spikes and is dotted with light red vine flowers. It looks particularly weird.

For some reason, Yuan Ming always felt that he had seen this style of spiked claws somewhere, but he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember it.

While he was thinking hard about his memories, the demonic vines slowly began to squirm, and the intertwined vines divided into five strands, each growing outward.

Soon, the two vines at the bottom gradually condensed into legs, supporting the demon vine's body and stood up. The two vines on the left and right also turned into arms, but they were too slender and drooped like noodles. beside.

Unlike the other four vines, the top vine did not grow outwards, but expanded inwards into a spherical shape. There were two more vine flowers on it that turned into eyes, several vines piled up to form lips and nose, and new buds sprouted from the branches and twisted into ears. , the vine sheds its old skin and spreads it into long hair.

Not long after, a rattan man, who was the same height as an ordinary person, but had slender limbs and a strange face, appeared in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming was a little surprised, and he was busy communicating with the demon vine with his mind. As a result, the demon vine actually waved his arm towards him at this time, and at the same time, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Owner."

Yuan Ming's eyes widened and he asked: "You actually awakened your spiritual wisdom? When did it happen?"

"I don't know, but I still remember everything that happened before."

As he spoke, Yaoteng raised his fingers, and his voice echoed in Yuan Ming's mind: "I was in the desert...oh, no, I met the master in the forest. At that time, I was with a guy who had a tattoo...no, it was wearing a The owner of Toad Skin had a fight...and..."

Yuan Ming frowned, feeling that he had seen the scene Yaoteng was talking about somewhere, but seeing that Yaoteng himself was confused, he said: "Okay, I know you remember it, so there is no need to say it again."

Hearing this, Yaoteng suddenly became happy, flapped his arms and slapped his chest, saying: "Of course, I am the smartest!"

Yuan Ming smiled unconsciously, thought for a moment, and then said: "Since you have become a human being, I have to give you a name. Let me think about it, I might as well call you 'Hua Zhi'."

"Okay, I'll call you Huazhi!" Demon Teng Huazhi immediately raised his arms and kept crossing them.

"What abilities do you have now? Show it to me, remember to be quieter." Yuan Ming commanded.

Hearing this, Huazhi nodded excitedly, shook his arms, and the intertwined vines on them grew wildly, and soon turned into two purple-black long swords, with a faint flicker of light.

Then, Huazhi lowered the arm that had turned into a long sword, quickly returning to its normal appearance, and then made a hand seal with both hands at the same time. Immediately, green grass came out of the ground, intertwined with each other, and formed a grass cage in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Ming recognized it at a glance as the wooden prison technique he had learned in Biluo Cave. He never expected that Huazhigang could perform it even after taking the form of a human.

"Master, Huazhi is so awesome!" As if sensing Yuan Ming's surprise, Huazhi slapped her chest again and showed off her ability to him.

"It seems that you have mastered all my spells?" Yuan Ming smiled and asked.

Huazhi thought for a moment and suddenly became depressed: "Huazhi only knows wood spells."

Yuan Ming had already expected it, and asked Huazhi to demonstrate the ability that he had mastered before. He found that the power had also improved to a higher level. The mutation of this vine was far beyond his expectations. Due to the current environment, he could only slowly develop it in the future. Research.

Then, he ordered Huazhi to lurk underground in the General's Mansion to be on guard, while he returned to his room and continued to practice.

…

Early the next morning.

Yuan Ming went out early, cleaned up, and was about to ask Wang Shun to prepare his horse for the trip, when he saw the concierge coming to report.

"Master, I want you to come over."

Yuan Ming followed the concierge to the front hall in confusion. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a handsome young man wearing a maroon brocade gown, talking to his father.

The man had a gentle smile on his face, but Yuan Zuochong sat upright with an expressionless face, seemingly worried.

Seeing Yuan Ming's arrival, Yuan Zuochong's expression did not change much. He said calmly: "Ming'er is here. This is the eighth prince's son. He came to visit today and said that he has something to see you."

The young man stood up and held his hands towards Yuan Ming: "I have admired Mr. Yuan's name for a long time, and when I saw him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"Your Majesty, you are so complimentary." Yuan Ming returned the greeting.

"Haha, Mr. Yuan, there is no need to be humble. Even my father praised you after reading your "Journey to the South of Mr. Sheng", saying that you have great talent. If you become an official in the court, you will be a pillar of the country." The prince smiled.

"It is a great honor for Yuan to be praised by the Eighth Prince." Yuan Ming replied noncommittally.

The prince flattered Yuan Ming a few more words, and then said: "Tonight, my prince is holding a cultural gathering in Dingyang Tower. There is a shortage of talented people like Mr. Yuan to participate. I wonder if Mr. Yuan is willing to honor it?"

Yuan Ming raised his head and glanced at his father. Seeing that he had no objection, he said: "The prince personally invited me, how can Yuan not refuse?"

The prince laughed when he heard this, and after saying a few polite words, he said goodbye and left.

After he left, without waiting for Yuan Ming to ask, Yuan Zuochong explained: "Your Majesty has no offspring. After abdication, the successor can only be selected from several uncles. Among them, the Eighth Prince is known for his wisdom. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the best choice."

"Then tonight's literary gathering..." Yuan Ming hesitated.

"He invited you to participate in the literary gathering, probably to win people's hearts, but I have gradually withdrawn from the court. You don't have to worry about anything tonight. Just treat it as an ordinary literary gathering." Yuan Zuochong said bluntly.

"The child understands." Yuan Ming nodded.

...

That night, Dingyang Tower.

This building is located in the center of the capital. It has a total of five floors. The roof is covered with glazed golden tiles and red corner lamps are hung below. Although it is night, it is bright. From a distance, it looks like a tall torch that dispels the dark night.

There was a lot of noise downstairs. From time to time, a carriage with complicated patterns stopped in front of the door. A noble in luxurious robes walked out of it and walked towards the restaurant under the service of servants.

But before entering the door, they were stopped by several guards and asked to show their invitations before they could be let in.

Such behavior naturally made the arrogant nobles dissatisfied.

Every time at this time, a kind-faced guard would come forward to explain, and he would mention the three words "Eighth Prince" in his words as if unintentionally. Most of the visitors would stop.

Amid the noise, a luxurious carriage accompanied by several guards slowly stopped in the open space in front of the building. Before the guard turned around to report, Yuan Ming had already lifted the curtain and walked out by himself.

He told Wang Shun and the guard to find a place outside the building to wait, and then walked straight to Dingyang Tower.

In front of the restaurant, the guard standing on the left saw another person coming, and subconsciously stepped forward, but was suddenly stopped by his colleagues.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at his colleagues, but saw that the colleagues who always relied on their status as guards of the palace in the past were smiling in an especially flattering way at this moment.

"It's Mr. Yuan, please come in quickly."

Yuan Ming didn't look at him, nodded casually, and walked into the building.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in steward's clothes happened to walk out of the building. Seeing this scene, he immediately stepped forward to greet Yuan Ming.

This man was the steward of the palace, and he bowed to Yuan Ming respectfully: "Mr. Yuan, you are finally here, the prince is talking about you."

As he said, he turned around and led Yuan Ming on the way.

This scene made the guard on the left stunned, but his colleagues were not surprised at all: "Hey, what are you looking at, someone is coming."

The guard on the left came to his senses and quickly stopped a person who rushed over, but before he opened his mouth, the man threw the invitation impatiently.

"Here, the invitation, stop blocking me!"

The left guard checked the invitation blankly, and just as he stepped aside to let him go, the man chased after Yuan Ming.

Seeing this, the left guard turned his head and looked at his colleague: "Hey, who was that Mr. Yuan just now..."

Before he finished speaking, another person came over, looking impatient.

"The one who went in before was Mr. Yuan, right? Let him go, I want to meet him."

"Mr. Yuan is coming today too, what a pity."

Looking at this scene, the left guard became more and more at a loss.

Could it be that I am the only one who doesn't know Mr. Yuan?

...

Yuan Ming naturally didn't know about the commotion at the door.

At this time, he had followed the housekeeper of the palace directly to the fifth floor of Dingyang Tower, the place for literary gatherings.

There were not many people here, but each of them was a very famous person in the capital, and unlike other guests attending the literary gathering, they were surrounded by many close servants.

Yuan Ming, who was alone, became an outlier.

But as soon as this strange person appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

The Eighth Prince, who was talking to others, was the first to discover Yuan Ming. He said to the person who was talking, and then stood up to greet him.

"Haha, Master Yuan, you have kept me waiting for a long time."

Yuan Ming bowed and said, "I am late, please forgive me, Master."

The Master laughed, "It's okay, come on, Master Yuan has been away from Beijing for three years, I guess some people don't know you anymore, I will introduce you again."

Yuan Ming nodded politely. Although he knew most of the people present, he did not offend the Master.

But at this moment, a guard suddenly came up from downstairs, walked to the Master's ear and whispered something.

The Master's face changed slightly: "Master Yuan, I'm very sorry, I have other important things to deal with, you can do whatever you want, just tell Butler Li if you need anything."

After that, he left the table in a hurry with the guards under the surprised eyes of many people around.