The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

"Who, who is speaking?"

The sudden child's voice startled everyone present, and they all turned to look around.

Zhu Ming controlled the somersault cloud, slowly descending from the sky and quietly hovering behind the man.

He watched the man look around, glancing east and west, his curiosity piqued, wondering what the man was looking for.

So the little guy leaned forward and asked curiously, "What are you looking for? Can I come with you?"

The sudden sound behind him startled the highly tense man.

He turned his head sharply and saw a beautifully sculpted child standing on a lucky cloud, grinning at him with a set of white teeth.

The man immediately cried out in fright, "A ghost!"

Who would have thought that upon hearing the words "ghosts,"

The little guy's reaction was even more exaggerated than the man's, startling him so much that he hugged Xu Miaoyun tightly and peered around anxiously:

"Where are you talking about ghosts? I'm warning you, I'm a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor. If you dare touch me, my master will avenge me!"

Xu Miaoyun, however, was not intimidated.

Looking down at Zhu Ming's timid and frightened appearance, she said with amusement, "Sixth Prince, is it possible that the ghost he's talking about is you?"

"Huh? Is it me?" The little guy pointed to the tip of his nose, his face full of disbelief.

I'm so handsome,

It can even be compared to our readers.

How could it be those ugly, eerie ghosts?

This guy must have something wrong with his eyes!

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Zhu Ming crossed his arms, puffed out his cheeks, and looked defiant.

I saw the little guy sulking by himself.

Xu Miaoyun had no choice but to step forward and speak to the still-shaken Wang family man on Zhu Ming's behalf, saying, "Sorry, we scared you just now. We're not ghosts!"

Actually, Xu Miaoyun didn't need to explain further.

Wang Jiahan had already guessed that the other party was definitely not some kind of ghost or monster.

After all, what ghost is that good-looking?

However, since it's not a ghost, and it's so good-looking, and it can ride on auspicious clouds, then it must be a deity!

The man from the Wang family suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun, pleading, "I, Wang Cheng'an, beg you, Immortal Master, to have mercy and save the lives of my entire family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in order to show his sincerity to the immortal, he said...

He quickly reached out to pull his wife aside, intending for the couple to kneel down and beg together.

But when he reached out, he grabbed nothing.

Wang Chengan suddenly turned his head to look.

His wife was lying stiffly on the ground, unconscious.

No, when did you lie down?

It turns out that when he shouted "Ghost!" just now...

His wife turned her head at the sound and immediately saw Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun floating in mid-air.

He was so frightened that his vision went black and he fell straight to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Wang Cheng'an suddenly panicked.

He didn't even care about his wife's safety.

He quickly turned around and kowtowed to Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun to apologize, looking fearful and uneasy.

He was afraid that his wife's fainting would offend the two immortals again.

"Immortal Master, please forgive me! Immortal Master, please forgive me!" He kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling slightly. "My wife is too timid. She fainted from the shock of seeing you both. She had no intention of offending you!"

Zhu Ming curiously peered at the woman lying on the ground and asked with concern, "Is she alright?"

Wang Cheng'an quickly replied, "Thank you for your leniency, Immortal Master. My wife should be alright. I will go and wake her up right away!"

After saying that, Wang Cheng'an hurriedly got up, rushed to his wife, and helped her up from the ground.

Zhu Ming thought the man knew a little about medicine and was curious about how he would revive his wife—whether it would be massage or acupuncture.

Unexpectedly, Wang Cheng'an raised his hand and slapped him twice across the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

"You fool! You fainted on the spot upon seeing the immortal, almost endangering the lives of my entire family!"

After being slapped twice, the woman awoke from her unconsciousness and murmured subconsciously, "Husband, why does my face suddenly hurt a little?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's wife glanced around and happened to see Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun behind her husband. She trembled with fright and cried out in alarm, "A ghost..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wang Cheng'an raised his hand and slapped them twice more, shouting angrily, "What the hell! Open your eyes and look carefully! Those are immortals who descended to save our lives! Stop spouting nonsense and offending the immortals!"

Then, Wang Cheng'an, pulling his aggrieved wife along, knelt down again before Zhu Ming, repeatedly kowtowing and pleading, "Immortal Master, please have mercy and save my family!"

Even though Zhu Ming still harbored a slight resentment at being treated like a ghost.

Seeing their attitude, my initial displeasure vanished, replaced by a sense of guilt.

"Alright, alright, get up quickly. I came here today specifically to help you."

With a thought, Zhu Ming used his somersault cloud to slowly lower the two of them to the ground.

Then, with a "bang," the auspicious cloud turned into a cloud of white mist and dissipated into the air.

When Wang Cheng'an and his wife, along with the Lin family woman who had remained silent the whole time, saw this scene, their hearts tightened and their thoughts became more and more certain: It really is a god descending to earth!

Zhu Ming glanced around at the desolate surroundings, then reached into his pocket.

He simply pulled out the food cloth from inside and casually laid it flat on the ground.

Wang Cheng'an didn't know what a gourmet tablecloth was.

The little fairy took out a piece of cloth from his bosom and spread it on the ground.

Filled with doubt, he secretly wondered: Could it be that the immortal is about to perform a ritual?

Xu Miaoyun, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to remind them, "Sixth Prince, you haven't asked them what difficulties they've encountered yet."

"Is that even a question?" The little guy spread his hands, gesturing for Sister Miaoyun to look around, and said in a deep voice:

"They asked me for help for one of two reasons: either they wanted food, or they wanted rain. Am I right?"

After speaking, the little guy turned to look at Wang Chengan and the others, waiting for their response.

Wang Cheng'an praised in astonishment, "Immortal Master is indeed incredibly powerful, guessing correctly in one go! My family hasn't cooked for three days, and I only ask that you bestow some food upon us!"

Upon hearing this, the little one immediately raised his face, looked at Xu Miaoyun with a smug expression, and his eyes sparkled.

It's as if it's saying: See, I'm smart, aren't I!

Xu Miaoyun was also slightly surprised.

I never expected that the Sixth Prince, who is usually so mischievous, would have such keen observation skills.

"Sixth Prince, you've truly surprised me!"

Zhu Ming chuckled.

As for why he suddenly became so smart and could see through the reasons at a glance.

All of this was thanks to the extra memory in his mind.

That's how it's portrayed in those TV dramas.

The story of disaster-stricken people seeking help from immortals is always like this.

Back to the point.

The little guy put his hands together and had a thought.

Steaming hot buns, fried dough sticks, rice, braised pork, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and Kung Pao chicken appear out of thin air above the food tablecloth.

The moment the food appeared, a rich and enticing aroma instantly filled the air.