Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yi Shuyuan stopped teasing Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po. After all, he might have some bad tastes, but he would not pretend to be confused in front of discerning people.

"It doesn't just use rain as a medium, but it completely dissolves into the rain clouds. You can't consume it down there."

The person in front of him spoke like this, which was equivalent to admitting it, and Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po looked happy.

"Mr. Yi, I wonder what happened to this evil spirit now? Was it driven away? Do you know where it went? Do you have a way to find it?"

The two of them had fallen into an illusion just now, and their senses were being led by the nose, which meant that they had no information, and it would be difficult to find it after dawn.

This needs to be kept in mind so that it will be impossible to guard against in the future.

"Don't worry, there's no need to look for it, it can't make waves!"

Yi Shuyuan said as he passed between the two of them and walked down the corridor.

Qi Zhongbin and Po Yu hurried to follow. Is this Mr. Yi really going to the latrine?

Of course, compared to not being able to get into the latrine, the evil thing was more important. Qi Zhongbin couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Has Sir already killed it? Or has it been seriously injured? Can you figure out where it is? We can eradicate it completely tomorrow morning!"

"It was originally a pure yin energy, but it has been refined at this moment."

After leaving these words, Yi Shuyuan kept moving forward. Of course, he was not going to the latrine, but to the backyard, to the place where Qi Zhongbin had just been killed by the illusion spell.

Actually removed it? Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po were shocked and subconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan.

At this moment, the small pieces of paper were still attached to the wet ground, but now there was no movement at all.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po looked at each other and watched Yi Shuyuan pick up a piece of paper on the ground with a curious look on his face.

The paper was completely crispy. Yi Shuyuan moved a little louder, and a corner of the piece of paper he lifted was torn. He simply hooked his fingers, and suddenly a complete piece of paper flew into his hand with moisture scattered.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po were stunned when they saw this scene. How did they do it?

There are no spells, seals, techniques, tools, etc., hidden in the sleeves?

The paper man had completely dissipated in Yi Shuyuan's hands. After looking at it up and down, he looked at Qi Zhongbin.

"Master Warlock, are you good at many such spells? It looks quite interesting. What is this called?"

Qi Zhongbin, who was still stunned, answered subconsciously.

"Well, this is called Silhouette Escape, and it's my favorite technique."

When Qi Zhongbin said this, someone was already shouting in the front hall over there.

"Mr. Yi - Mr. Yi - where are you -"

Yi Shuyuan smiled helplessly.

"It seems that my trip to the toilet has been a long time coming. You two, I will say goodbye after a while. I won't be alone for a while! We have a long time to come, and we will talk again when we have the opportunity."

Yi Shuyuan said and bowed his hands, Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po also hurriedly returned the gesture.

However, Yi Shuyuan had already left, but the old man and the old woman did not move. They stood in the backyard for a long time, just like wood.

After a long time, Qi Zhongbin finally spoke.

"He said, Master Warlock"

"I heard it too"

If we are both sorcerers, no one would call their fellow sorcerer "an expert sorcerer".

But ordinary people are called "mage", and there are even some who don't know the heights of the world and like to be called "immortal master".

Recalling that the evil spirit suddenly dissipated, the dark clouds dispersed and the bright moon appeared in the sky. Knowing that the evil spirit had been eliminated makes people feel such an understatement.

There was also the inexplicable spell just now, and that novel and calm tone.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po couldn't help but think of the time when they were young, when they spent a lot of money to learn skills from the old mage. Qi Zhongbin tinkered with the prototype of the Silhouette Escape Soldier for the first time, and the old mage saw the limp paper soldiers.

At that time, the other party also had a novel and interesting evaluation attitude.

This is the tone of a person who is above the level of magic and law when looking at a child's work. It is obviously not intentional, but a natural emotion.

The old mage was no longer alive, and Qi Zhongbin's Taoism had long surpassed him. But when he heard a similar tone again, the level of the person being evaluated was definitely far beyond that of the old mage.

And this Mr. Yi looks so young, but his hair is gray.

The connection of all kinds of fragmentary information gave rise to an uncontrollable guess in the hearts of the two people standing in the backyard. This guess was somewhat absurd, and even to some extent, it might be a little scary.

At this moment, both Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

"You know what I'm thinking"

Qi Zhongbin asked this question, and Po Yu moved her lips but did not speak.

"Oh, I must have thought too much."

After a long time, when her mood calmed down and she no longer had random thoughts, Yu Po looked at the bright moon in the sky, then looked at the silent old man aside and spoke.

"Have you ever thought about why such an expert came to Mingzhou City and why he came to Mo Mansion pretending to be a storyteller?"

Qi Zhongbin sighed.

"I'm not stupid"

——

Just as Yi Shuyuan said, he left after telling the second story and said nothing more to Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po.

Tonight's wonderful story-telling was an eye-opener for everyone in the Mo family. The Mo family's tea business is spread all over the country. Mr. Mo is well-informed, but he has never seen such a powerful story-telling skill.

It’s not that there aren’t some powerful storytellers who can play multiple roles, but someone like Yi Shuyuan has clearly broken the common perception.

Mr. Mo personally sent Yi Shuyuan to the door and insisted on giving him an extra ten taels of silver.

Yi Shuyuan did not refuse. After collecting the money, he said goodbye and left.

It was already late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the street. Yi Shuyuan refused Master Mo's offer to send someone to see him off, and just walked alone on the street.

Yi Shuyuan took out the paper figure he had picked up in the backyard of Mo Mansion again. The paper had been dried.

"Hui Mian, how many immortal cultivators have you seen?"

Xiao Diao emerged from Yi Shuyuan's hair and opened his mouth to answer.

"Not counting sir, I have seen three. It was in Fenglai Mountain more than a hundred years ago. When I first saw the Mountain and River Immortal Furnace Picture, there were three immortal cultivators who should have been together. I also went to see it. I saw the painting and happened to bump into it, but none of them could see how extraordinary the painting was, and they were not as good as me!"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid it's a little bit, but I also occupied a small temple at that time. They regarded me as a little hairy god and didn't do anything to me."

When they were in Yuanjiang County, Huang Hongchuan, Xiang Changqing and Song Weng had already said that the path to immortality was the most elusive, and it was not common to encounter a person who cultivated immortality with profound knowledge.

It seems that real immortal cultivators should be relatively aloof and rarely appear in the world of mortals.

Otherwise, people like Qi Zhongbin who are very committed to the Tao should be given a chance.

As a warlock, although Qi Zhongbin is inevitably full of energy, and as Yu Shen once said, warlocks often "accumulate a lot of evil", he is definitely not burdened with debts.

Of course, Qi Zhongbin does have a haunting aura, but it is not considered a debt in Yi Shuyuan's eyes. It can only be said that he must have crossed paths with some evil spirits.

"Sir, he wants to be the master of the doll. Letting him teach the warlock will only harm the doll. Moreover, we have been waiting for the doll since his previous life. Now that he has found it, you don't accept the doll as your apprentice. Do you want to let him do it? "

Yi Shuyuan's head suddenly hit Hui Mian's head with a "thud", making the little mink "squeak~" and kept rubbing it with his paws.

"Dolls are not goods. They can be given back and forth. This matter is not that complicated."

Yi Shuyuan walked briskly, without any psychological burden, and went back to the inn while humming softly.

——

As the days passed, Qi Zhongbin still lived in Mo Mansion and never left. He made some psychological preparations, but Yi Shuyuan never took the initiative to come to Mo Mansion again.

Sometimes when we meet each other on the street, Yi Shuyuan takes the initiative to say hello.

In Qi Zhongbin's eyes, this Mr. Yi seems to have integrated into the life of Mingzhou City. When walking in the streets, he behaves like ordinary people. He will say hello to acquaintances and avoid unpleasant things.

You must know that most warlocks in general, especially those with real abilities, always act like they are superior. Even if they may not do it intentionally, they actually have a superior mentality in their hearts, and they will show it unconsciously.

Even Qi Zhongbin himself is actually similar. At least he has been like this for more than 90% of the time in the past few decades. Even if he has looked away in the past two years, he still has this temper.

And this Mr. Yi actually lives in Mingzhou City and has even made quite a name for himself.

There has always been a saying that Mingzhou has fifteen unique features within Mingzhou.

There is no doubt that the first tea is Mingzhou, led by Wuqing, which has been famous all over the world since ancient times.

Numbers 2 to 7 are some of the scenic spots in Mingzhou. Some of these scenery are just beautiful, while others have a strong mark in history books.

The thousand-year-old ancient city has left a full historical heritage for Mingzhou City, and it is also one of the sources of pride in the hearts of Mingzhou people.

Eight to fifteen are mostly Mingzhou’s delicacies.

Even today's Mingzhou still has a lot of commerce, and before the Kaiyang Grand Canal was opened, Mingzhou used to be the first thoroughfare.

People from all over the world come to Mingzhou in an endless stream, bringing rich culture and food to Mingzhou, and the latter is innovating and developing.

But now in Mingzhou City, some good people have shouted the slogan of Mingzhou's Sixteen Wonders.

The storytelling in Qingyuan Tower is listed as the sixteenth unique feature of Mingzhou City.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan already has many ardent fans in Mingzhou City, and anyone who has listened to his storytelling, even if they initially sneered at the Sixteenth Jue theory, will no longer be able to say anything sarcastic after hearing it a few times.

——

The second day of August is one of the cooler days since summer and autumn.

Although this world has many similar festivals and calendars to Yi Shuyuan's previous life, there is no such festival as Chinese Valentine's Day.

But the second day of August also has a similar meaning. On this night, in the river in Mingzhou City, young men and women were setting up lanterns by the river.

On the Hefeng Bridge, one of the famous scenic spots, Yi Shuyuan leaned on the railing, waving a folding fan with one hand to bring himself coolness, and looked at the river and both banks with a somewhat sentimental smile.

Under the bridge are lanterns floating by. Some people use poles to catch them, and some lanterns are passing by with the flowing water, as if they are flowing away.

From time to time there are sounds of men and women laughing on the shore, which is not feudal at all.

This reminded Yi Shuyuan of the once classic film and television work "Green Snake". At this moment, he seemed to be immersed in the scene, integrating the poetic and artistic conception with the reality of the moment.

The song "Flying Light" was sung a cappella in a low voice by Yi Shuyuan.

"In the half-cold and half-warm autumn, I quietly pressed myself against my side, silently watching the dancing light and a few yellow leaves in the evening breeze."

Although he was not in love, he sang a different flavor. His own synaesthesia changed, and he seemed to be able to feel the anxiety and shyness of the woman by the water under the bridge, and the expectation and excitement of the man.

The line in the song, "Don't ask if it's calamity or fate," is exactly what Yi Shuyuan felt in his own heart.

At the end of the song, Yi Shuyuan put away his folding fan and left the Hefeng Bridge. That wonderful song was not unheard and unapplauded.

"Sir sang so well, I felt like I had turned into a human being!"

Even Hui Mian, who used to be carefree in the past, was very intoxicated by what he heard.

"Hahahahaha, blending the Tao with all emotions, this is my master's magical and magical skill of transformation!"

On the buildings beside the Hefeng Bridge, there were also people admiring the dancing light on the river, admiring the Hefeng Bridge and the people on the bridge tonight, and watching the people on the bridge leave.