A Fleeting Dream

"Miss, Miss?"

Inside the painted boat, Xiao Xiao softly called out to her young mistress.

After a while, Shang Lewei slowly woke up, still somewhat Shang Lewei.

But after quickly regaining consciousness, he immediately sat up and looked around.

When did I get back?

Shang Lewei looked around and realized she was back on the painted boat, but shouldn't she be on that fairy mountain?

That sacred mountain is inhabited by immortals, as well as white deer, giant tigers, and dragon maidens.

After drinking a cup of the celestial wine, his whole body felt light and limp.

"Miss, what nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you been on the pleasure boat the whole time?"

Xiao Xiao looked at Shang Lewei with a puzzled expression upon hearing this.

Upon hearing this, Shang Lewei was taken aback. How could this be? She had clearly met an immortal last night and even played a piece for him.

How could they possibly stay on the pleasure boat the whole time?

"I didn't leave all last night?"

Shang Lewei stared at Xiao Xiao and pressed for an answer.

Xiao Xiao nodded with absolute certainty, "Of course I haven't left. Xiao Xiao has been watching over you the whole time."

"Miss, did you catch a chill last night? It's windy on the river at night, it's easy to catch a cold."

Shang Lewei was taken aback. Could it be that she was really dreaming?

With this thought in mind, Shang Lewei lay back down, suddenly feeling as if an object had been placed on her wrist.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and then noticed that a pearl had appeared on her fair wrist.

This pearl is somewhat different from other pearls; it has a pool of clear water-like inclusions within it.

Upon seeing the pearl, Shang Lewei was startled. Last night, she hadn't been dreaming; it was real. She had encountered an immortal!

"Xiao Xiao, do you believe in immortals?"

Shang Lewei's words made Xiao Xiao glance at her Xiao Xiao mistress with a puzzled look. Could it be that her young mistress had really caught a cold and was talking nonsense?

We need to ask the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup.

"Miss, what are you saying? I just told you a Xiao Xiao days ago that that young master was like an immortal. You even said that there are no immortals in this world."

Shang Lewei smiled upon hearing this, and Xiao Xiao continued, "By the way, Miss, this morning the ship inexplicably sailed out of the fog. Do we need to go back to wait for that young master?"

"No need, we can leave now."

Shang Lewei shook her head.

"Won't the young lady play a tune for that gentleman?"

Xiao Xiao was puzzled; hadn't her young mistress already finished composing that piece?

"It's already been played."

"Uncle Fang, that pleasure boat has left."

At the foot of Yingping Peak, Xiao Qin watched the painted boats on the river sail away into the distance and couldn't help but say something.

Fang Zelin looked up when he heard the sound, then nodded.

Putting everything else aside, Shang Lewei is quite clever. Seeing that the painted boat had left the Soul-Bewildering Formation and had no intention of returning, she simply sailed away.

I suppose she understood what he meant.

After the piece was finished, Fang Zelin didn't keep the other person any longer.

If it were someone else, they might have directed the ships to return and search for Yingping Peak.

In addition, when sending her back, Meng Yunqing also gave her a pearl. That pearl was quite special; it could ward off evil spirits and protect her from all diseases.

"Let it go. If we happen to meet again in the future, perhaps we can hear it play a tune."

Fang Zelin smiled as he rained on the spiritual rice plants beside him.

Meng Yunqing watched Fang Zelin perform the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique; he too had now come into contact with such Law Technique as controlling clouds and rain.

Upon closer inspection, however, something seemed amiss. "Uncle Fang's Technique of Summoning Clouds and Bringing Rain -Technique of Summoning Clouds and Bringing Rain technique seems somewhat different from that of my Dragon Race."

"That's naturally different."

His Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique consumes a lot of Spiritual Power, and he also added some things he figured out on his own.

It's perfectly normal for things to be different in the middle.

"Is Uncle Fang's Law Technique better, or is the Dragon Race's Technique of Summoning Clouds and Bringing Rain better?"

Meng Yunqing took a look and felt that this Law Technique was extremely unusual.

The medicinal field and the spiritual rice under the spiritual rain now seem to have come to life.

Moreover, this medicinal plant looks somewhat different from other medicinal plants.

"Each has its own merits. The Dragon Race Technique of Summoning Clouds and Bringing Rain can bring rain to a vast area, while my Law Technique is more limited. However, the rain that falls is quite different and is very beneficial to plants."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yunqing pondered for a moment and then understood the difference.

Looking at the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique in front of him, he felt a little envious.

After taking a closer look, he realized that this was not something he could learn.

"Xiao Qin, you mustn't steal any wine."

Fang Zelin was bending down, tending to the Xiao Xiao rice seedlings.

After the last harvest, more than ten rice seedlings appeared in the field, and Fang Zelin was carefully looking at them.

However, upon noticing Xiao Qin's Xiao Xiao action, he scolded her without turning around.

Just as Xiaolongnu was about to reach out her little hand to Clear as Empty, she heard this and immediately looked around like a startled deer.

It was as if they were looking for something to cover up their actions.

"Little sister, if you touch that wine, you'll probably be locked up when you get back."

Seeing this scene, Meng Yunqing couldn't help but find it amusing.

Even at banquets, this person isn't allowed to drink alcohol, so how could he possibly allow Xiao Qin to drink Clear as Empty now?

Last night, the three of them drank Clear as Empty together. The aroma of the wine and Meng Yunqing's repeated exclamations about how good it was naturally aroused Xiao Qin's curiosity.

I begged to have a drink last night, but unfortunately, I was refused.

I never imagined that I would still remember it so fondly today.

"Ah? No, no, Xiao Qin doesn't want to be put in solitary confinement."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qin immediately cowered and walked back with her head hanging low.

She was really drooling over the aroma, but while the other three drank, she didn't.

"Once you have achieved the body of True Dragon, you can come back to Uncle Fang to get another jar."

Fang Zelin couldn't help but find it amusing to see the other person's pitiful look, and then made a promise.

There is now a considerable amount of spirit rice, and in a few more days, there will be even more of it.

At that time Clear as Empty will still have some left, and it's possible to leave a jar for the other party.

Xiao Qin was overjoyed upon hearing this and kept praising Uncle Fang.

Meng Yunqing's throat bobbed as he listened. A jar of Clear as Empty?

I wonder if I can get some from Xiao Qin. This Clear as Empty is much better than the good wines we had at the banquet before.

It's no wonder Uncle Fang only stayed at the banquet for one day before leaving.

After drinking such fine wine, how could anyone possibly stomach any other alcoholic beverage?

When the king asked Uncle Fang about the wine at the banquet, Uncle Fang clearly gave him some leeway.