It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

"Which craftsman made this castle in the sky?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was testing as he walked, and he had to lift his veil one by one. There were only teenagers here, but he was not worried that he would murder himself, at most cheating money.

"I don't know the specifics of the former immortal experts."

"What kind of immortal are you cultivating, with lightning and thunder all over your body, you look very powerful." Zhu Yuanzhang continued to test.

"I'm just an ordinary person. I've just set foot in the field of immortality, and I'm not very good at all."

Seeing that the old man was interested, Li Ming talked a lot. He explained the basic common sense of cultivating immortals. In the end, he said, "Actually, cultivating immortals is very difficult. I am only 27 years old this year, and I will only be 27 years old. The foundation-building period may be far away."

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his brows and asked in astonishment, "Are you twenty-seven years old?"

This doesn't look like a twenty-seven year old at all, say he is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Li Ming wanted to cry without tears: "At my age, if I were Xiao Yan, I had already become a Dou Sheng, and in a few years, I would be able to fight the emperor and transform into a horse; if it was Song Shuhang, I had already mastered the way of heaven, and I was still in the period of qi refining. ."

Although Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't understand it, he was still shocked.

Is it really a fairy?

There is still more contact, talking to Li Ming while walking. During this period, Li Ming came up with a lot of terms, which Zhu Yuanzhang could not understand, but it did not hinder the communication.

With the exchange, Zhu Yuanzhang's impression of him gradually changed.

I always feel that this young man is very naive. He answers whatever questions he asks.

Not quite like the charlatans he saw in his youth.

Following the young man, he walked across the wooden bridge and came to the pavilion in the sky. The pavilion was surrounded by light clouds and mist. With such handwriting, he felt that the Ming Dynasty could not be created.

It's a bit like the fairyland shape described in folk novels.

As he was looking at it, the words of the young man in front came out again, saying: "Master, I don't usually cook porridge very much, I just drink tea and eat wild fruits in the forest, wait a moment."

He said and went 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're a lot of age, so just sit and rest beside you."

Seeing that Li Ming didn't need it, Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to sit in a chair, raised his head, and saw Li Ming's series of suffocating operations, which shocked him.

I saw the young man pick up a small pot, take out a few handfuls of rice from the bag, wash the rice, and put the pot on the wooden table.

Shouldn't the pot be placed on the stovetop?

Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang notice that there was not even a single piece of 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 a purple spiritual power that was visible to the naked eye poured out, entwined with an amazing electric light.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up in shock, unable to speak.

Seeing the old man's expression, Li Ming explained: "I'm sorry, although the Yunmeng Sect has a lot of millet in storage, but I rarely drink porridge, so I don't bother to dry wood.

But don't worry, the porridge I boiled 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 returned to his senses, looked at Li Ming in surprise, and said, "Are you an immortal?"

"It's not yet, it's just the qi refining period. If a rookie like me can be called an immortal, if other immortal cultivators hear it, I'm afraid they will laugh their teeth out." Li Ming said.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't calm down for a long time, and looked at Li Ming's hands in astonishment, and the strange power entwined on them.

After a while, the porridge was steaming hot.

He boiled the porridge like this without using firewood.

This has completely subverted his cognition.

His knowledge told him that no one in the Ming Dynasty could do this.

I seem to have really met an immortal.

There was a look of excitement in his eyes, very excited, his son Zhu Biao might be saved.

"Master, wash your hands, eat some millet porridge to cushion your stomach." Li Ming looked at him.

"good."

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, came to a water tank, and scooped out a few spoonfuls of water with a gourd scoop to wash his hands.

The water is icy cold, like a living spring. Only living springs can feel this way.

Isn't the water tank stagnant water?

Zhu Yuanzhang thought it was 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 a feeling that the water tank is unfathomable, as if it is connected to the sea.

He vaguely saw a big fish of several hundred meters in the water tank and glanced at him.

He was so frightened that he took two steps back and said in astonishment, "Your water tank?"

Li Ming made him look nervous and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is something in the water tank."

"Impossible, it's just an ordinary water tank."

Li Ming has studied the water tank for a long time. Although the water in the water tank will never be low, he can't see why, so he no longer pays attention to it.

Hearing Li Ming's words, Zhu Yuanzhang felt that Li Ming misunderstood the word "ordinary". If this is all called ordinary, then what is not ordinary.

"Master, come here."

Li Ming took out the bowl and chopsticks from the cupboard, put a bowl of porridge in front of the old man, and said, "Please try it, I haven't made porridge for a long time, and I don't know if it's good or not~www.wuxiahere.com~ not good. Please bear with me."

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the bowl, smelled it, and a faint scent wafted into his nose.

This porridge is different from what he usually drinks.

"It's a little hot, please slow down." Li Ming reminded.

"Ok."

Zhu Yuanzhang blew lightly and tasted it carefully. The aroma erupted directly in his mouth, and he felt very refreshing, but it was clearly just a bowl of millet porridge, which made his appetite double.

After taking several mouthfuls of porridge in a row, there was an indescribable strange force running around in his body.

But he didn't dislike this weird feeling, and he quickly ate a bowl.

After drinking, he filled two more bowls and ate three bowls in one go.

He just stopped.

His forehead began to sweat, and at the same time, he felt a hot and dry feeling in his body. Gradually, he felt that something was coming out of his body.

He reached out and touched it, and found lumps of black sticky stuff on his skin.

"What's this?"

"Your blood is weak, your complexion is pale, your complexion is withered, and your spirit is insufficient. It should be caused by years of fatigue. The first time I saw you, I saw a dark green around your eyes. You should take care of your life at this age. The black stuff on your hands is impurities that have accumulated in your body over the years and are now excreted, making your body better."

"You also said that you are not an immortal!"

"Not really."

"You are!"

Zhu Yuanzhang felt that he was in good spirits now, and felt that he was ten years younger.

Judging by his all-round observation, the castle in the sky, the strange water tank, the young boy, and cooking porridge with his hands, all signs indicate that the boy is an immortal.

His judgment cannot be wrong.

Prince Zhu Biao's life was saved.