Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Passengers were not allowed to light their own lights in the cabin at night, but it was not completely dark inside. A pillar lamp in a small iron cage with a grille was small, but it barely provided some illumination.

In the dim cabin, some people were already asleep, while others were making constant noises. As for the dock outside the cabin, it was still very lively, but it was also a little further away from the big ship.

Yi Shuyuan came out of the cabin again and came to the deck.

At this moment, there was already a bright moon and stars in the sky, and the wind and waves were blowing on the river.

The Kaiyang Grand Canal was a great project excavated by the previous dynasty during the heyday of national power. Although it aroused widespread resentment among the people at the time, it must be said that to this day, the construction of the Grand Canal is indeed a feat for generations of Fuze descendants.

When Yi Shuyuan was compiling county annals in Yuanjiang County, he learned about this grand canal from literature.

To be precise, this river runs through two prosperous lands in the southeast and northwest, with a total length of about nine thousand miles and an average river width of more than ten feet.

For example, this section of the river outside Mingzhou City, because it is interconnected with the original river and an original depression, has formed a wide water area of ​​more than 100 feet.

Yi Shuyuan walked onto the deck. The cold wind at the end of the first month was still biting. No one was on the deck at this time. He jumped lightly and reached the top of the cabin.

The bow of the ship has been turned in advance, and now its head is facing the canal.

Yi Shuyuan sat down on the spot, leaning against the low fence, looking at the excitement on the pier, looking at the lights of Mingzhou City in the distance, and then turning to look at the canal.

The night wind stirred up the irregular waves on the river, and the moonlight shone down, reflecting an angle in Yi Shuyuan's sight at this moment.

This angle made the moonlight seem to dance on the waves in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, causing bursts of light that was not dazzling.

For a moment, Yi Shuyuan was a little crazy.

Yi Shuyuan didn't seem to see water, nor did he see light. What he saw was the ups and downs, the vastness, the sparkle, the flow, the wind and the waves.

The water waves float, the moonlight follows, there is light and shadow, like a dream.

An inconspicuous light flew out of Yi Shuyuan's sleeves and turned into the wine gourd at his hand. He shook the gourd and felt the sway of the wine inside, as if it was also causing waves on the river.

"The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the floating light leaps into gold"

Not far away, a flower boat slowly left the pier amidst the sounds of warblers, swallows, and laughter. It must have had enough guests and was going to have fun while sailing on the river in style.

A faint scent of powder came with the wind, and the flower boat slowly sailed near the ship where Yi Shuyuan was, causing Yi Shuyuan to glance at it.

"It's just that flower boats and painted boats will sail at night like this."

On the flower boat, there were three or two women wearing fur coats. Even if the weather was cold, they came out to breathe.

"Look over there."

A woman discovered a man sitting alone on the top of a large ship. Although she couldn't see clearly, what appeared in the moonlight was probably a long-haired man, leaning on the low railing while holding a gourd, with his sleeves swinging and his long hair flying.

The woman who was with him looked in that direction along the fingers of others, looking a little lost in thought.

Even if you just take a look at him from a distance, you will feel that the young master is free and easy, as if he is an immortal.

Yi Shuyuan could feel the eyes on her, but he didn't know that he had become the untouchable beauty in her heart.

Until Yi Shuyuan looked up, the women just left covering their faces with fans.

The gourd in his hand was no longer shaking, but the wine inside was still surging.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan looked at the moonlight reflected on the river and remembered the battle with the cat demon in the village. The thrill and the burning feeling in his stomach were all vivid in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and the area near the pier had become quiet. Yi Shuyuan was gradually coming back to his senses at this moment.

"The wine in the pot, the moon in the water, the sun in the sky and the moon in the sky, the floating light leaps into the gold"

While muttering to himself, Yi Shuyuan suddenly pulled out the stopper of the wine gourd and then threw it away.

"The mystery of change, the opportunity of immortality, or just a thought!"

In Yi Shuyuan's low voice, the wine gourd spun in the air for several weeks, and finally landed far away on the river with a "plop". In Yi Shuyuan's sight, it landed right where the moon shadow swayed.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan remembered the scenery at this time and closed his eyes. His right sleeve had slipped out of the folding fan. The fan had turned into a penholder in the mist as the magic power in his body circulated.

The mist did not dissipate, but instead made Yi Shuyuan hazy.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Yi Shuyuan, who was sitting on the top of the boat, disappeared like a mist-shaped person in the wind.

On the river, Yi Shuyuan, with his eyes closed, had already appeared in the wind. He was holding a pen on his head and feet, and fell towards the river in an upside-down posture.

The sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and the pen tip fell on the river, but it undulated in the waves, and did not fall into the water with Yi Shuyuan.

The moonlight was in Yi Shuyuan's heart, and the pen transformed by Yin Chen was in his hand. The pen barrel continued to flow in his hand, crossing the waves on the river.

The pen moved like a snake, rising and falling with the waves. A smile appeared on Yi Shuyuan's lips, and the pen in his hand kept dancing.

Every time the pen tip touches the light and shadow, the moonlight in Yi Shuyuan's heart will be a little less, as if it is used as ink to be sucked into the pen, and then painted into the waves.

Hui Mian clutched Yi Shuyuan's shoulder tightly without any notice from his husband. At this moment, it also had its eyes closed, because as soon as it opened, there was a dazzling light in front of it.

The time of more than ten breaths is as long as an hour, and it seems like a blink of an eye.

Yi Shuyuan stood upside down in the wind and opened his eyes. The moonlight floating in the water turned out to be the light and shadow of a sword.

Painting shadows and swords come true!

The pen quivered, and the whole person flew upside down in the wind. What the pen brought out was not a wisp of river water, but more like a bright white moonlight. After leaving the river for a few feet, it fell back into the shadow of the sword in the water.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan thought, and the gourd seemed to become a little bigger, sucking the floating moonlight into the gourd.

The next moment, under the floating waves, the moon shadow remained the same, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Alas."

A gust of wind blew by, Yi Shuyuan controlled the wind, and the gourd returned to his hand. In one breath, it had landed on the spot on the boat and sat down again. The gourd in his hand seemed much heavier than before.

Hui Mian also opened his eyes at this moment and asked curiously.

"Sir, what were you doing just now?"

"Change, you see."

Yi Shuyuan shook the gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and patted the mouth of the gourd with Yin Chen, who had turned into a folding fan again.

Hui Mian climbed onto the gourd and looked inside. He could vaguely see a moonlight-like sword swaying like a snake under the turbulence of the wine in the gourd.

"It can be virtual or real, it can be virtual or real, it can control both water and fire, and it can control gold. This sword is also the way of change."

"What about gold?"

Hui Mian raised his head and looked at Yi Shuyuan. The latter patted his chest lightly and spit out a mouthful of white rainbow-like Lung Metal Qi, which melted directly into the gourd.

At this moment, Hui Mian felt that the gourd seemed to be slightly hot, but no matter how carefully he felt it, he couldn't feel it anymore.

However, Hui Mian knew that this gourd was vaguely related to Mr.'s artistic conception of the fairy furnace, and the temperature just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Just put this lung-gold energy in my body into the furnace. Let's see if it can be cultivated. If it can be cultivated, I will drink this sword and it will blend with my body!"

Yi Shuyuan said this with a smile on his face, but he soon noticed other movements.

"Hey, sir, someone came out of the cabin."

Hui Mian lowered his voice and pointed to the right side, while Yi Shuyuan also stretched out his head and looked down.

The window of a cabin on the right side of the ship opened, and a man rolled out, climbing on some bulges on the side of the ship and moving carefully.

"Sir, it's the boatman who is eager to gamble! Is he trying to make money or kill himself?"

"You don't know how to kill yourself, but you can definitely seek wealth."

I saw this man climbing to another cabin window with strong hands, using the knife he carried to pick and scratch under the window, and then opened the window little by little.

Yi Shuyuan opened his mouth and was about to blow a breath downward to make him fall down.

However, they saw that while the man was exerting force, one of his feet slipped and fell into the air. He lost his grip on the hand and broke two nails before sliding down.

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Plop~" with a sound, the man fell directly into the river.

In addition to screaming when he first fell, the man did not call for help even after he fell into the river. After paddling hard, he grabbed the edge of the pier and climbed up to where there were steps.

Even though he had reduced his clothes while climbing, he must still be wearing a lot of clothes on this cold day. Unless he was a boatman with excellent water skills, or someone else who knew how to swim, he would not be able to swim in the water with so many clothes.

"I'd say he's in bad luck."

Hui Mian lay on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and giggled.

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In the early morning, Yi Shuyuan woke up to the shouts of the boatman, who was slowly leaving the port.

Yi Shuyuan walked to the deck outside the cabin. The morning light was just rising, and there was more than one ship leaving the port on the dock.

Nowadays, the wind direction is gradually turning to the southeast. When the sail is lowered, the big ship can move smoothly without rowing, but it is still necessary to row when leaving the port.

The boatmen cooperated with each other, and the oars pushed against the shore a little harder. There was a paddle bin in the middle of the hull, and six oars on the left and right extended out. After the ship slowly left the port, the boatmen yelled and rowed the oars. .

"One, two, three, start. One, two, three, stroke."

Originally it was just an ordinary chant, but as the frequency and synchronicity of the oar strokes increased, the chant became more interesting.

"Strong for one place, hey. Paddle and set sail. Hey, there are waves on the water. Hey, life is coming. Hey, the wind is blowing and the waves are breaking, hey."

The chant sounded like a song, and Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but keep time with the rhythm. He even chanted and sang along, quickly mastering the key.