Chapter 181 The White Horse Boy

"Flying magic tools are just auxiliary magic tools after all. People in Southern Xinjiang prefer to directly control flying spirit beasts, while people in Central Plains prefer flying magic tools. The so-called flying sword immortals are just flying with swords." The Third Cave Master explained.

"I see." Yuan Ming suddenly realized.

After that, he took Huo Chan'er off his shoulder and put him on the ground.

"Third Cave Master, I will go to the mountains for retreat soon. I will take my leave now." He said goodbye and turned away.

The Third Cave Master was diverted by him using flying magic tools. She recalled the refining process of flying magic tools in her mind and did not react for a while. When Yuan Ming left, she suddenly remembered that she had not paid the reward of Baiyan Jingjin.

"Flying magic tools..." The Third Cave Master murmured.

Yuan Ming came to the Fire Shop, reported to Brother Fang Ge, and then went back to pack up and went to retreat again in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

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

He believed that as long as he found the right spiritual materials to replace the original mundane materials, the time of incense possession would definitely become longer, and the effect would definitely be closer to the original black incense.

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

After settling down, Yuan Ming began a new round of incense testing.

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

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

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

The properties of the Huangquan 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 chanted the name of the little emperor in his heart, sketched his appearance in his mind, and his vision began to gradually become blurred until he fell into endless darkness.

But after a moment, Yuan Ming's vision lit up again, and he immediately saw a large table covered with bright yellow silk and a pair of white hands 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 once again possessed by the little emperor of Dajin, but he was still in a state of spectator, and could only feel the little emperor's emotions, but 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 on the table were shaking uncontrollably.

Yuan Ming looked down through the little emperor's line of sight and saw that the handwriting on the letter on the table looked familiar. After a careful inspection, he found that it was the letter he wrote to the general's mansion to report his safety.

The little emperor grabbed the letter, held it in the air and shook it vigorously, and said excitedly: "General Yuan, that's great, I knew that Brother Ming would not die so easily. I will send someone to bring him back, immediately, right away."

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

He had thick black eyebrows, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, a circle of short black beard outside his lips, a tall and straight figure, and a calm demeanor. Standing there, he was like a stone tablet that guarded the mountain, motionless.

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.

However, compared to the father in his memory, the man in front of him had some white hair on his temples.

"Father..."

Yuan Ming couldn't speak at this moment, but the voice he shouted in his heart was also trembling.

The tall and straight General Yuan had a much calmer expression on his face than the little emperor, but there was still a trace of redness in the corners of his eyes, which showed that he was not as calm as he appeared to be.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My son's letter did not mention where he was. I only know that the place where the letter was sent was a military town of the Kasi tribe in southern Xinjiang. I have sent my personal soldiers to follow the spies in southern Xinjiang to investigate. Once there is a reliable result, I will send someone to meet him." General Yuan clasped his fists and said.

"This guy, he has clearly sent a letter back, why didn't he tell me where he is staying? What's more hateful is that there is not a word to me in the letter." The little emperor put down the letter and said with some dissatisfaction.

"He probably has his own difficulties." General Yuan sighed.

Hearing this, the little emperor thought of the hardships that Yuan Ming might have suffered in southern Xinjiang, and couldn't bear to blame him anymore.

Yuan Ming didn't tell his family where he was because, on the one hand, he hadn't recovered his complete memory of being murdered, and on the other hand, he wanted to wait until his strength improved and he had the power to protect himself before going back.

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

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I didn't tell anyone else except you." General Yuan understood and said immediately.

"That's good, when he comes back, I want him..." The little emperor stopped talking halfway.

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 dismissed by the little emperor returned to the palace carefully.

The eunuch who was serving 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 Revenue want to see you and discuss the resumption of trade with southern Xinjiang. Do you want to summon them in?"

"I will not see anyone today. All matters will be discussed tomorrow." The young emperor waved his hand without thinking and said.

"Yes."

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

At this time, the young emperor suddenly said, "Bring my treasure box here."

"Yes." The young eunuch heard the words and responded immediately.

After a while, a two-foot square purple-red wooden box was moved to the desk of the young emperor.

He waved his hand again and drove everyone out.

Then, the young emperor opened the golden lock on the purple-red wooden box and slowly lifted the lid of the box.

Inside the box, there were many scattered small objects, including a black and white tiger puppet, a small wooden sword with exquisite carvings, a half-moon-shaped jade pendant, and many hand-bound books...

The little emperor looked at these small objects, and a look of indulgence appeared on his face.

"Brother Ming, you haven't finished painting this volume of "White Horse Youth". This time, I really made me wait for a long time..." After a moment, he picked up a bound book with a green cover from the box and said with some sadness.

Yuan Ming felt the sentimental emotion in this sentence.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been hit by a blow, his mind was surging, and vaguely, fragments of memory began to emerge.

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

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

In his mind, there was a picture, like a floating scroll, constantly flashing.

He saw himself with a childish face and the young emperor who was also childish. The two were in the pavilion of the imperial garden of the palace, one holding a pen to paint, and the other raising his sleeves to grind ink, drawing a picture scroll together.

"The White Horse Youth... I remember that it was a comic book created by me and the Sixth Prince, no, it was a comic book created by me and His Majesty together." 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, and the other was the Sixth Prince with outstanding talent in the imperial family of Dajin.

They were of similar age, and both had open minds and wild imaginations. They were close friends who regarded each other as confidants. The two of them collided with their thoughts and jointly created a story about a young prince escaping from the rivers and lakes, becoming brothers of the opposite sex with martial arts disciples, and going through the rivers and lakes together.

This story is "The White Horse Youth".

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

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

He himself did not even notice that in this process, his personality was also changing little by little.

When his mood calmed down, Yuan Ming reached out to take the incense burner, but his movements suddenly stagnated.

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

This time, he experienced the whole process of the little emperor's communication with his father, and also experienced the process of the little eunuch bringing the treasure box. The time was more than doubled compared to before.

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

Although it is far from the level of the original black incense, and it is impossible to control the actions of the possessed person, such a long time increase is already a great gain.

This experiment further inspired Yuan Ming's determination to continue trying, so he added all the spiritual materials he had purchased before to the materials for making incense, and began a long experiment.

While waiting for the incense burner to recover, Yuan Ming locked himself in the cave and began to practice in seclusion.

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

As a wisp of green smoke rose and slowly coiled up in the room, the feeling of linkage with the smoke appeared in Yuan Ming's heart again.

After a few breaths, Yuan Ming felt a sense of clarity running through his lungs, and all his fatigue was swept away.

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

The pill melted before he could swallow it. Yuan Ming immediately felt saliva under his tongue and couldn't help swallowing it. Then he felt a warm current falling into his stomach along his throat.

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 silently recite the "Nine Yuan Jue" technique, and practiced by circulating the Zhoutian.

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

Yuan Ming felt that the mana flowing in the meridians suddenly surged, and the speed of the circulation of the meridians was accelerated.

At the same time, Qingxuanxiang and Peiyuandan were used. With such a double blessing, the efficiency of his cultivation was almost doubled.

So much so that he was shocked.

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

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