Talk about the world of mortals in detail

As the saying goes, one day in heaven and one year on earth. Yi Shuyuan was afraid that this would really happen. Fortunately, he stayed in heaven for a day, and when he came back, the rain in Chengtian Mansion had just stopped.

At least from the perspective of the clouds, the rain clouds within Chengtian Mansion had just finished pouring out their energy and began to dissipate.

A faint white cloud fell, and Cao Yugao took Yi Shuyuan and flew to the sky above Yanshan Mountain outside Chengtian Mansion.

"Mr. Yi, you don't need to go to Chengtian Mansion?"

"I won't go for now. I also wanted to come to Yanshan, but because I wanted to help Miss Lu, I went all the way to Chengtianfu Port."

The Yanshan Mountain below has peaks and gentle slopes, mountain streams and valleys. At this moment, it is still shrouded in clouds and mist, and the Kaiyang Grand Canal can be seen on one side of the mountains.

Yi Shuyuan looked in the direction of the canal and looked at Lu Yuwei on one side.

"Miss Lu, your matter has been resolved, do you have any other plans?"

Lu Yuwei solemnly saluted Yi Shuyuan and Cao Yugao.

"I would like to thank Mr. Cao and General Cao for their help. Yuwei has nothing to repay. I just hope that I can repay this kindness in the future. I have been out for a long time. I plan to return to Tianyuan Pond after completing this journey to save my mother from worrying."

Cao Yugao's face remained expressionless.

"Cao just can't stand some things. It's Mr. Yi who helped you. I'll accept your thanks. As for your great kindness, you should repay Mr. Yi!"

Although Cao Yugao's face was cold and even a little scary, Lu Yuwei was not afraid of him now, and she understood that the God of Thunder was also a sweetheart, so she smiled and nodded towards Cao Yugao.

"Mr. Yi, General Cao, Yu Wei will say goodbye here first!"

"What about me, what about me?"

Hui Mian stood with his head out and stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulders to show his dissatisfaction. This carp spirit didn't understand anything at all!

Lu Yuwei also smiled and bowed to Hui Mian, and then stopped being muddled and jumped directly from the clouds, falling straight towards the Grand Canal with a burst of mist and mist.

Looking from a distance, there was no splashing.

At this moment, the clouds turned towards the mountains until they fell on a hill. Only then did Cao Yugao say goodbye.

"Okay, Cao will be sent here, Mr. Yi, we will see you later!"

Yi Shuyuan and Cao Yugao saluted each other.

"If you have any news, please contact Yi."

Cao Yugao knew what Yi Shuyuan was referring to.

"must!"

After saying this, Cao Yugao raised his head and looked at the sky, and then ascended to the sky with the divine light.

At this time, only Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian were finally left on the hill.

"Sir, it's just the two of us. This Yanshan should be suitable, right?"

"Of course it's appropriate. Let's go and find a place."

With that said, Yi Shuyuan started walking briskly in the mountains. At this moment, the mountain rain had just stopped, the mountains were fresh, and there was a layer of ripples between the branches and leaves everywhere.

"Sir, it's not wet over there!"

After passing through several hills, Hui Mian saw a dry place under a stone wall in the distance.

Yi Shuyuan walked over. Just now, there were stones blocking some of the views. Only when he got closer did he realize that the stone wall was slightly concave. The space inside was not small. The key was that there were several earth walls, earth frames, and ventilated roof tiles on the upper part.

Apparently there used to be a house here, but now only this trace remains, and I don’t know how long it has been gathering dust here.

There is also a big stone protruding from the cliff above the head, and a tree hanging in the cliff.

If there were a cave on the rocks and the cliff under the tree, it would be the place where the protagonist had an adventure in the classic martial arts section. Unfortunately, there are no caves and no secret books.

“Nice place!”

Yi Shuyuan walked to the broken wall. There was a gentle slope on the left and several towering trees on the right. Together with the cliff itself, it created a natural mountain shelter, and the terrain was slightly higher than the surrounding area. Stay dry in the rain.

Yi Shuyuan tossed his sleeves to the ground.

"call"

A gust of breeze blew by, and the dust in the dilapidated house was immediately blown away. There were actually some relatively regular-shaped stones that could be used as stools or tables.

Yanshan Mountain is also called Longyan Mountain, which means the place where dragon veins extend. It is a high mountain at the foot of Emperor Dayong. The name naturally has a special meaning.

Yi Shuyuan didn't want to explore what dragon veins or dragon veins were, but Yanshan's spiritual energy was indeed relatively abundant. Coupled with this hidden but unique hut, it gave him the feeling of an immortal cultivating in the mountains.

The pens, inks, paper and inkstones were placed one by one on the stone here, and Hui Mian volunteered to start grinding the ink.

Yi Shuyuan took out most of the remaining paper from the previous making of the folding fan.

While Hui Mian was skillfully polishing ink, he looked at the paper in Yi Shuyuan's hand. Even he could feel the special aura on the paper.

"Sir, with just this little paper, it won't be enough to make a book."

Yi Shuyuan was also thinking, and when he heard Hui Mian's words, he couldn't help but murmured an answer.

"There was once a kind of writing in the Immortal Way, called the 'Tianlu', which could record all kinds of wonderful things with just one stroke. Those who have no way can see it as if they were seeing a blank sheet of paper, but those who have the way can read the true face after seeing it. "

Although the Yin Bamboo Slips are also very powerful, they are the miraculous craftsmanship of the Yin Division Judge, and after all, there are limits.

The immortal way naturally has its own methods.

"Sir, do you know how to make Tianlu Book?"

Yi Shuyuan spread his hands.

"I don't know, but I have an idea."

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan took a small stack of papers in his hand. Judging from the conditions of these papers, Chengtian Lushu would definitely be fine.

With this in mind, Yi Shuyuan took out the folding fan and unfolded it.

In fact, this folding fan already has some flavor. The paintings are integrated into the fan and can be changed in many ways. Naturally, it can also achieve the effect of the Tianlu Book, although it is definitely not the orthodox Tianlu Book.

But Yi Shuyuan realized that there was no need to make an orthodox Tianlu Book, as long as he could understand it.

With this thought, Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, feeling proud of his genius idea, and told Hui Mian about it.

Hui Mian put down the ink stick and looked at Yi Shuyuan, then hesitated and said.

"Sir, what does your book have to do with the word Tianlu?"

Yi Shuyuan fell into deep thought. He was not embarrassed, but really lost in thought. After a long time, his brows relaxed again.

"Now that I'm about to discuss it, although the so-called orthodox Tianlu Book has wonderful magical skills, it is nothing more than a change of words. It is based on the method set by the immortals."

"If my book is completed, it will definitely not be like this. It should be transformed into the wonder of change to express the emotions in the text. It can be included in the text and also can be emotional. It is consistent with the impermanence of the world and the number of heaven and earth. So I really need to open up the table to discuss it. , mine is the real Tianlu Book!"

Yes, Yi Shuyuan felt that his crooked reasoning was invincible, or it could not be considered crooked, because when he had this idea in his mind, he already had a clue about what was going to happen next.

When all his thoughts were cleared up, Yi Shuyuan realized something in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

"Although it is a joke, the words in my mouth reflect what I think in my heart. Through this book, I can see all kinds of things in the world, I can see the heaven and the earth, I can see myself, I can see all living beings, and I can also see the world of mortals."

Hui Mian, who was on the other side, listened carefully. He originally thought that his husband was quibbling, but then gradually showed a look of deep agreement. By the time he finished listening, he was already shocked.

Sir, you are indeed a gentleman!

Then Hui Mian quickly came back to his senses and spoke to remind him.

"Sir, the ink is polished."

"Um."

Everything was just right, and Yi Shuyuan was calming down at this moment. The dust in his hand turned into a pen, and he touched the ink and started writing on the paper.

However, Yi Shuyuan did not immediately describe the story that had happened before, but more like painting.

A long line of ink was drawn in a circle along the edge of the paper, and then a circle was drawn around the left edge of each piece of paper. Hui Mian, who was looking at it, found it extremely novel.

During this process, the infinite spiritual energy in the mountains seems to be drawn by the pen and ink, constantly gathering together, and blending into the lines drawn by the paper and the pen and ink.

This movement is not small. It is no wonder that Yi Shuyuan wants to be in a mountain with no one and no orthodox mountain gods. If he is in the city, he will definitely disturb the ghosts and gods and cause some unnecessary trouble.

Yes, there may be a Mao Shen in Yanshan Mountain, but there is no true god who rules the mountain. After the death of the last mountain god and his ascension, there is still no true god who rules the mountain.

After drawing on most of the paper, Yi Shuyuan folded the paper and aligned it, and the pen in his hand turned into a folding fan again.

At this moment, the fan was raised slightly, and the magic power in Yi Shuyuan's body was quickly integrated into the folding fan. Until he felt that there was no way he could continue, his eyes flashed, and the folding fan in his hand waved down.

Wow

What came down from this fan was not a breeze, but a burst of fire, and the whole stack of paper seemed to be burning.

In the flames, the paper that was originally at least an arm's length seemed to be shrinking rapidly, and the ink color just drawn turned into solid lines.

Especially the circle lines on the left side directly penetrated the paper one by one, connecting all the papers together.

Yi Shuyuan held the ball of fire with one hand, and there was no burning sensation at all.

Another gourd flew out of his sleeve. Yi Shuyuan threw the fire ball in his hand. The gourd opened its mouth and sucked the burning book in, and then fell in front of Yi Shuyuan.

Vaguely, the gourd seemed to have the shadow of an alchemy furnace, with flames burning inside.

Rather than saying that Yi Shuyuan was making books, he was forging magic weapons, which was obviously very different from ordinary Tianlu books.

Hui Mian stared at the big gourd in trance. Mr. Qiankun gourd is really a good treasure.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan was slightly relieved. In general, he could integrate his treasure with his own way of change. The more stories recorded in this book, the more it would help him achieve his goal.

Several treasures are not only consistent with Yi Shuyuan's interests, but also closely related to his practice.

"Okay, let's first see if Zhong Bin has compiled any interesting spells!"

When Yi Shuyuan said this, he took out the books that Qi Zhongbin had compiled before, with a hint of curiosity and expectation on his face.

The way of change is the best at turning decay into magic. The magic of the warlock may not be without its shining points in Yi Shuyuan.

At this sight, Yi Shuyuan gradually became fascinated.——

As the days passed, while Yi Shuyuan was reading peacefully here, the collapse of all the river god statues in the temples along the Kaiyang Grand Canal gradually caused a sensation.

This was not just an isolated temple where the statues of gods were damaged. With the passage of boats upstream and downstream, more and more people gradually became aware that something had happened to the river temples along the river, and the statues had all collapsed without exception.

What's more, there are rumors that in Dongyang Mansion, where Boyungang is located, in a remote place in the mountains, someone saw a huge fish head falling from the sky.

Many people are spreading the rumor that the river god of the Kaiyang Grand Canal has died. For a while, the river temple on the Kaiyang River has very little incense.