The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 65 I am the legend, the sword master appears.

As the jade talisman circulated, the Dharma was revealed.

A crimson flame flashed deep within Zhou Yan's eyes. He did not use the golden human destiny energy. The power of the beacon fire was relatively low among the ninth-rank Xuan officials, but it was enough to activate the jade talisman.

A faint golden light emanated from it.

Accompanied by gentle laughter, the food on the table floated in the air, then quickly transformed, either shredded or sliced, and began to cook. In the blink of an eye, the table was filled with dishes.

【Jade Talisman - Kitchen God】.

Using magic to control spirits, one can briefly recreate the spirit of the Kitchen God. Although it is not the same spirit as before, it still remembers the Kitchen God's duties. As long as there are enough materials, the food in the memory of the person who cast the spell can be recreated.

So-called supernatural powers are by no means killing and fighting.

It makes the impossible possible for ordinary people appear before their eyes.

It is filled with beautiful longings, fragile and illusory, yet real and resilient.

That is true supernatural power.

The ripples of magical energy subsided and dispersed. Zhou Yan's clothes fell down. This time, Zhou Yan had consumed one-third of Feng Sui's normal magical energy. However, as his feet touched the ground, he could feel his magical energy beginning to recover under the nourishment of the earth's veins.

With its feet firmly planted on the ground, the beacon tower is definitely the most difficult type of Xuanguan (mysterious official) to kill.

Qingzhu stared wide-eyed at the table full of dishes: "This, this is..."

Little Rhinoceros also crawled out of the grass and stared blankly at them.

Zhou Yan replied, "Use longing and human sentiment to develop laws that interfere with reality."

"This is the Kitchen God's magic."

"Come on, have a taste!"

Although I didn't do it, it's a reconstruction based on my memory.

Rounding it off, that's what I did!
The meal was served, and the food tasted good. However, due to the lack of the original ingredients, it did not quite reach the taste that Zhou Yan remembered. But for some reason, there was another kind of indescribable warmth in it.

This is certainly not the most delicious food, but it has a warm and comforting feeling, like the cozy aroma of cooking smoke.

The aroma attracted people from the surrounding area.

"Hmm? It smells so good..."

"Ah, it's you young heroes."

"Hmm...can we try some too? We can bring our own food."

Zhou Yan thought of what Zhang Shoutian had written in his letter and said, "Okay."

At first, it was just a few of them, but then it grew to more than a dozen. Accompanied by knocking on the door, a simple-minded man scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and brought in a cucumber. The old man carried half a pot of turbid wine, and the woman brought a handful of noodles...

Ten people, then twenty people, and finally the table was placed outside.

Various dishes were placed together, and people chatted and laughed. Zhou Yan turned around and saw the image of the Kitchen God pasted in the corner of the wall. Little Hui Niang brought over a stool, stood on it, and reached out to smooth out the dust and cobwebs around the image of the Kitchen God.

Then, he dipped his finger in the wine and touched the corner of the Kitchen God's mouth on the image.

She looked a little dazed; she missed home too.

But home...

She was sealed inside Wang Chun's body by evil magic, becoming a walking corpse. Her memories and emotions were separated by a thin film, but when she sensed the smoke from the cooking fire and looked at the smile on the portrait, it was as if she could feel something again.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

After standing there stunned for a while, he jumped off the stool, turned around, and ran over.

As Yin Zichuan watched this scene, the talkative scholar's face showed a faint sense of nostalgia. He had gone up the mountain to gather herbs for his ailing wife, but he was tricked and eaten by the evil spirit. Now, he couldn't help but think of her and their child.

However, this body is already a ghost.

But at least, I hope to see them doing well...

The meal was enjoyed by everyone, with food coming and going, and smoke rising from the chimneys. Only when everyone had eaten to their heart's content did it end. Zhou Yan stood up, turned his back to the village, and bid farewell to the old village head, Mu Degong. The group walked away together.

Old Earth God Mude watched their retreating figures as the wind blew across Ganquan Plain.

Just like eight hundred years ago.

Eight hundred years ago, the envoys who returned from the Western Regions brought the wind, which swept across the land and headed towards Chang'an.

At that time, a child broke off a leaf from a tree planted by Ban Chao and jokingly stuck it in the ground. However, the tree planted by the hero disappeared in the war, but the tree left by the unknown child grew up.

When the Yellow Turban Rebellion's flames swept across the land, the bark and leaves of the old tree saved lives. The Taoist priest wearing the yellow turban thanked him, and thus it gained its initial spirituality. People scattered around it and rebuilt their houses.

The wooden house collapsed and turned into a stone house; the war swept across the land, and new shoots sprouted from the soil.

Eight hundred years have passed, and the old tree still stands. Mu Degong stands there, watching the back of the knight-errant, and smiles slightly: "In the next hundred years, people will gather again, and in the next two hundred years, new people will come here to enjoy the shade."

"My lord, we shall meet again someday."

The young knight-errant has departed, but in the late autumn of the following year, the people of Ganquanyuan reminisced about the previous year's experiences. They spontaneously gathered together, laughing and eating something, while children ran under the shade of the trees.

In the first year, it was the wind left behind by the chivalrous knight.

By the tenth year, it had become a habit.

Villagers gathered at the village temple at the entrance, presided over by the village head or clan elders, and brought their own newly harvested millet rice, steamed cakes, and vegetables.

By the first century, this had become a village custom, spreading throughout the land with the footsteps of its inhabitants. By the third century, it had become a tradition across the land. The characters in the story have faded, but the traces they left behind have blossomed into new flowers.

This is the autumn festival in a village in ancient Shaanxi.

In traditional village operas, there is always a ritual to exorcise ghosts.

In any local opera, there is usually a character, either nameless or by a common name, sometimes called the vanguard or a divine general, who is depicted as a young boy, holding a sword, and walking at the front.

That was the very first step in the procession of the gods: clearing the way and exorcising evil.

On this day, before the behavior became a custom, and before the custom was elevated to a story passed down by word of mouth, the sky was still dim. Zhou Yan had no horse, but the old local gave him a donkey, so he could barely ride it.

They and Hu Erniang's business association reached a crossroads.

Hu Erniang entrusted the magic sword to Zhou Yan, saying, "This sword originally belonged to an old friend. It's just a precious sword covered in dust and of no use to me. I'll give it to you, my lord. Perhaps you'll meet him again someday."

Li Bai.

There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. Seeing what Zhou Yan wanted to say, she said, "There's no need for thanks or any reward. Perhaps we'll meet again in the future. If we ever encounter any trouble, and you have the time, please lend us a hand."

Zhou Yan said, "Indeed."

Hu Erniang waved her hand with a smile and said, "The path that you follow, sir, is mainly focused on physical strength and progress. You are lacking a battle sword. I also guess that the weapons of the ordinary city garrison might not be qualified."

“But there must be a gathering at the East River Beach in Wugong Town.”

"That originated from Houji teaching people farming during the Zhou Dynasty. It is the earliest prototype of a market in the entire Central Plains. It is held every year on the seventh day of the eleventh lunar month. You will know when you arrive, my lord."

"However, this oldest market in the world also follows ancient rules, bartering. Although it is not yet the grand market, exchanging a battle sword is not difficult."

Zhou Yan expressed his gratitude.

Under Qingzhu's reluctant gaze and Lingxi's wave, the two groups parted ways. Shen Cangming and Zhou Yan planned to leave Chang'an City, while Hu Erniang was going back to Shu. She leaned against the carriage, feeling lighthearted.

Qingzhu was still biting her handkerchief.

Hu Erniang couldn't help but laugh at her: "What's wrong with you? Are you seeing things?"

Qingzhu said coquettishly, "Grandma!"

Hu Erniang teased, "If you're so tempted, why not stay?"

Qingzhu gave another coquettish laugh, and Hu Erniang laughed and said she wouldn't tease her anymore. Finally, looking at the distant mountains, Qingzhu asked, "Will this sword really be willing to obey Zhou Yan's command?" Hu Erniang chuckled and said, "Definitely."

"The magic sword is judged not only by its magical power, but also by its spirit."

"He gave me this sword after he finished writing that poem, so it must be fine..."

In another direction, Zhou Yan tried to ride the little donkey. The donkey was stubborn and pulled him forward. Zhou Yan's head was numb. He carried the sword on his back. The scabbard was jet black and had a white crane on it. He soared into the sky.

Thinking about what the boy had done, Hu Erniang gently patted her knees.

He hummed, "Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow..."

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star."

"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

"Having accomplished his task, he dusted off his clothes and departed, concealing his identity and name..."

As they hummed, the carriage gradually moved further and further away until it disappeared from sight.

The boy finally got the donkey under control, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Uncle Shen, where are we going next?"

Shen Cangming said, "Two groups of lesser demons."

Do you aspire to reach the eighth rank of Xuan Official?

He gently pulled on the reins and said, "I have an old friend at the Reclining Buddha Temple. He has the core for advancing to the eighth rank of Xuan Guan."

"Take care of those two waves of monsters along the way."

"I will teach you the method of the eighth grade."

Zhou Yan was overjoyed.

They all left this place, and far away, an old man with white hair, drunk, tapped his long, slender fingers on the table.

Suddenly he laughed:

"I do not know Taibai, so how can Taibai know me?"

"What an audacious idea."

"My sword has found an interesting brat."

He shook the wine jug and said:

“Bring him to see me.”

Why? Is it because you value it, or because you're curious?

Neither is true, neither is true.