Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1168

I don't know if it's something special in the dream, or because of being in an illusion, Yanyan feels that the surrounding fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if it's about to freeze.

The two of them, one in front of the other, only walked along one rugged lake shoreline after another, and Yan Yan could hear Mr. Yumei's even and steady footsteps behind him.

The sound of Mr. Yumei's footsteps was the only sound here, which made Yanyan's heart calm down, and she walked forward patiently step by step.

She has no destination.

Mr. Yumei didn't give her any guidance.

To be exact, Yanyan felt that Mr. Yumei was only responsible for bringing her to Yunmengze, and the rest of the old man didn't care about anything.

In fact, Yanyan also knows that this is her fate, and it should not be sent to her by Mr. Yumei.

The husband can bring her to this place without hesitation in expending his spiritual power, the husband has done everything he can do.

In Yunmeng Daze, looking at the blue and green lakes, they are like mirror eyes placed on the ground, without wind, quietly reflecting the scattered mist in the air.

The milky white mist sometimes thickens and sometimes thins, but it always envelops Daze, like a light gauze worn by a beauty with a beaded face.

The two walked for an unknown distance, even though the sense of fatigue was far slower than that of the physical body, Yan Yan still stopped.

She abruptly sat down by the lake.

Mr. Yumei doesn't urge Yanyan, and doesn't give her any advice, just like an exam invigilator, only responsible for watching you stay in the exam room well-behaved, and doesn't ask about anything else.

"Sir, do you have any fishing tackle?" Yanyan asked suddenly.

She has a pretty good ring in her own ring, but it's a pity that there are too many things in the ring. She only has the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul realm, and she can't move the big ring with strong capital without her physical body.

Mr. Yumei also sat down beside her, and began to rummage through the linen pocket that he carried with him.

This grass cloth pocket is still the one that Mr. Yumei memorized when he was telling the story in the barren land, and now there is a big patch on the pocket, which was torn by the sky-opening ax in the last battle.

Yanyan wanted to give her husband a bookcase before, and Langganmu had all the materials ready, but was declined by her husband.

He asked Sisi for a piece of unused cloth, and he took a needle and thread to sew it up casually. Of course, the stitches are not as fine and beautiful as those made by Sisi and Axiang, but it is quite good if it is made by a man. Not bad.

"I found it. I haven't used it for many years. I don't know if the bait I put on it can still attract fish."

Mr. Yumei dug out a set of fishing gear from his pocket and handed it to Yanyan.

Yanyan took it over and found that although it was just the most common purple bamboo fishing rod with a hanging line made of ordinary cotton thread on it, and the hook was also bent by an iron nail, the earthworm hooked on the iron nail was still emitting Fresh earthy smell.

Just like the worms that have just been dug out of the soil.

Yan Yan glanced at the patched linen pocket in surprise.

The old man has fought against Huang Zhiming for more than two hundred years without catching fish, and the bait still retains the breath of the past...

No wonder the old man refused to change the pocket.

Throwing a beautiful arc in the air, the fishhook lightly fell into the mirror-like lake, causing ripples in circles.

Inserting the fishing rod into the soft soil on the shore, Yan Yan took out a small exquisite box inlaid with mica from her purse.

Open the small box, inside there is a pair of bottles and jars carved with multicolored spirit stones.

The little purse she carried with her was made by Cang Hua herself...

Uh, to be more precise, the purse is not made of Canghua, it is stitched together.The above technique was added by Canghua himself.

This small purse can be carried around, no matter whether she is in the state of spirit and flesh, or only in the state of consciousness like this moment, this purse can be carried with her everywhere, and she can easily open it with her consciousness.

Yanyan's own spiritual power is not strong, and she can hardly open anything with her spiritual power alone.

Especially after leaving the physical body, even driving Maharaja can only be reluctant.

But this purse does.She guessed that Canghua might have added his own magical blessing to the purse, and it was also for her to bring something convenient to protect her consciousness, but considering the close-fitting things, the purse didn't have a particularly large space.

The reason why Canghua did this was also because the last time she took Chen Zhen back to the past, she had nothing but empty hands. After she came back, Canghua made this purse for her to wear next to her body.

In fact, Canghua is indeed a very caring deity sometimes.

But when she got the purse, the first thing Yan Yan excitedly put into it was this small colorful jar.

Yanyan still clearly remembered the meaning of Canghua's eyes when she looked at her at that time: Can you be more promising?
"Ah!"

Just when Yanyan put down the small pot and went to the forest not far away to look for dead wood branches, a fierce sneeze suddenly came from behind.

Yanyan looked back, and saw Mr. Yumei holding one of the small bottles in his hand, his usually gentle and smiling face was wrinkled together in pain, his nose was still red.

Yanyan came back with a large bundle of dry firewood, and smiled while setting up the grill: "Sir, you haven't tasted my craft, have you?"

Mr. Yumei stuffed the small bottle in his hand, used his spiritual power to help Yan Yan build a fire, and frowned at the bottles and jars on the ground:
"What are these?"

Just now he thought that Yan Yan had brought some elixir, when he pulled the plug, there was red powder inside, and a pungent smell rushed into his nose, completely caught off guard.

That choking energy...

Mr. Yumei used several cleansing techniques on his nose one after another, and he still feels some hot aftereffects.

Yanyan smiled: "The bottle you took just now is chili noodles. It tastes spicy, and it is especially irritating to the five sense organs. Mister, you can wash your mouth and nose with cold water."

While talking, the fishing rod shook slightly twice, Yanyan quickly lifted the fishing line, and a fish with thin white scales was thrown to the shore by her.

Mr. Yumei washed his mouth and nose in the lake water, and he really felt much better. When he came back, the fish just now had been cleaned up and put on the fire.

With a serious expression, Yanyan took a twig and spread a golden oil on the grilled fish.

Mr. Yumei sniffled his nose, the oil was light and tangy, and had a unique plant fragrance. He didn't know what plant oil it was, but finally couldn't help asking curiously: "When shall we set off again?"

Yan Yan shook her head: "Not leaving!"

Mr. Yumei was a little surprised. He looked around and raised his eyebrows: "It's here? Why?"

The fishing line trembled, and another fish bit the hook.

Yanyan picked up the fishing rod with sharp eyes and hands, and smiled like a civet cat: "The one who wishes to take the bait."

Mr. Yumei blinked, looked at the lively fish in her hand, suddenly understood, and then laughed.

"Hahahaha, what a wisher took the bait!"

Mr. Yumei's laughter suddenly widened, as if it spread throughout the lake world.

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw a person walking slowly from the calm lake.

(End of this chapter)