NOVEL NEXT Chapter 10 You Still Said You Are Not A Fairy!
Which craftsman built this castle in the air?
As Zhu Yuanzhang walked and tested, he had to lift his veil one by one. There were only young people here, so he didn't worry about him murdering himself, at most he was cheating money.
I don't know the specifics of the former immortal cultivators.
What kind of immortal are you cultivating? There are lightning and thunder all over your body, and you look very powerful. Zhu Yuanzhang continued to test.
I'm just an ordinary person. I've just set foot in the field of cultivating immortals, so I'm not very good at all.
Seeing that the old man was interested, Li Ming talked a lot. He explained all the basic knowledge of cultivating immortals, and finally said: Actually, cultivating immortals is very difficult. I am only 27 years old this year and I am only in the Qi refining stage. The foundation building stage may be far away.
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, and said in astonishment, Are you twenty-seven years old?
This doesn't look like a twenty-seven-year-old at all. He is about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Li Ming wanted to cry without tears: At my age, if I were Xiao Yan, I would have already achieved the Saint of Dou Sheng, and in a few years, I would be able to fight against the Emperor and transform into a horse; if I were Song Shuhang, I would already have mastered the Dao of Heaven, and I am still in the stage of refining Qi. .”
Although Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't understand, he was still shocked.
Is it really a fairy?
I have to get in touch more, talking to Li Ming while walking. During this period, Li Ming popped up a lot of terms, which Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't understand, but it didn't hinder the communication.
With the communication, Zhu Yuanzhang's impression of him gradually changed.
I always feel that this young man is very naive, answering whatever he asks, unprepared, like a young man who has not experienced much in the world.
Not quite like the charlatans he'd seen in his youth.
Following the young man, he walked across the wooden bridge and came to the castle in the air. The pavilion was surrounded by faint clouds and mists. He felt that the Ming Dynasty could not create it with such a handicraft.
It is a bit like the fairyland described in folk novels.
Just looking at it, the words of the boy in front came out again, saying: Old man, I don't cook porridge very much, I just drink tea and eat wild fruits in the forest, just wait a moment.
He said walking into the kitchen.
Zhu Yuanzhang also went in and said, Is there anything we need to do? We can also help.
Li Ming said with a smile: You are quite old, you should sit and rest beside me.
Seeing that Li Ming didn't need it, Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to sit on a chair, looked up, and saw Li Ming's series of suffocating operations, which made him astonished.
The boy picked up a small pot, took out a few handfuls of rice from the bag, washed the rice, and put the pot on the wooden table.
Shouldn't the pan be on the stovetop?
Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang notice that there was not even a single firewood in the kitchen.
How to cook porridge without firewood?
Just wondering, Zhu Yuanzhang saw Li Ming put his hand on the pot, and then the purple spiritual power visible to the naked eye gushed out, entangled with an amazing electric light.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up in shock, unable to speak.
Seeing the old man's expression, Li Ming explained a few words: I'm really sorry, although Yunmengzong has a lot of millet, but I rarely drink porridge, so I don't bother to get dry firewood.
But don't worry, the porridge I cook like this is fine, you can drink it with confidence.
Li Ming was afraid that he would be worried, so he explained a few words.
Zhu Yuanzhang came back to his senses, looked at Li Ming in surprise, and said, Are you a fairy?
It's not counted now, it's just the Qi refining period. If a rookie like me can be called an immortal, I'm afraid that other immortal cultivators will laugh when they hear it. Li Ming said.
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't calm down for a long time, staring at Li Ming's hands in astonishment, and the strange power wrapped around them.
After a while, the porridge was steaming.
He boiled the porridge without firewood.
This has completely subverted his cognition.
His cognition told him that no one in the Ming Dynasty could do this.
I seem to have really met a fairy.
There was excitement in his brows, very excited, his son Zhu Biao might be saved.
Old man, wash your hands and eat some millet porridge to pad your stomach. Li Ming looked at him.
it is good.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, came to a water tank, scooped out a few spoonfuls of water with a gourd ladle, and washed his hands.
The water is ice-cold, like a mouthful of living spring water, and only living spring water can feel this way.
Isn't the tank stagnant?
Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little weird, and looked at the water tank in a strange way. Suddenly, his face became tense, and he couldn't see the bottom of the water tank.
Moreover, there is also a feeling that the water tank is unfathomable, as if it is connected to the sea.
He vaguely saw a big fish hundreds of feet in the water tank glanced at him.
He was so frightened that he took two steps back, and said in astonishment, You water tank?
Li Ming told him to look nervous, and asked, What's wrong?
There's something in the tank.
Impossible, it's just an ordinary water tank.
Li Ming has studied the water tank a long time ago. Although the water in the water tank will never be low, he can't see why, so he doesn't pay attention anymore.
Hearing Li Ming's words, Zhu Yuanzhang felt that Li Ming had misunderstood the word ordinary. If this is called ordinary, then what is called extraordinary.
Grandpa, come here.
Li Ming took out the bowl and chopsticks from the cupboard, filled a bowl of porridge, put it in front of the old man, and said, Please have a taste, I haven't made porridge for a long time, and I don't know if it's good, if it's not good, please bear with me.
Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the bowl and smelled it, and the faint fragrance drifted into his nose.
This porridge was different from what he usually drank.
It's a bit hot, slow down. Li Ming reminded.
Um.
Zhu Yuanzhang blew on it gently, and took a sip carefully. The aroma erupted directly in his mouth, full of refreshment, but it was obviously just a bowl of millet porridge, which actually doubled his appetite.
After several consecutive mouthfuls of porridge, there was an indescribable strange force running around in his body.
But he didn't dislike this strange feeling, and soon he was down a bowl.
After drinking, he filled two more bowls and ate three bowls in one go.
He just stopped.
Sweat began to flow on his forehead, and at the same time, he felt a hot feeling in his body. Gradually, he felt something coming out of his body.
He reached out to feel it, and found a black sticky mass on the skin.
what is this?
Your blood is weak, your face is pale, withered and yellow, and you lack energy. It should be caused by years of fatigue. The first time I saw you, I saw black and blue around your eyes. You should take care of yourself at this age. The black things on your hands are the impurities accumulated in your body for many years, and now they have been excreted from your body to improve your body.
You still say you are not a fairy!
Really not.
You are!
Zhu Yuanzhang feels that he is full of energy now, and feels that he is ten years younger.
Through his all-round observation and judgment, the castle in the air, the strange water tank, the young boy who cooks porridge with his hands, all the signs indicate that the boy is a fairy.
His judgment could not have been wrong.
Prince Zhu Biao's life was saved.