Talk about the world of mortals in detail

It seems that because of the arrival of spring, or perhaps because of the nature of the Yanshan area, the climate here has become warmer. Even in the mountains where Yi Shuyuan is located, it is far warmer than when he was on the Grand Canal.

Rain, temperature, plus sunshine.

In the mountains where Yi Shuyuan is located, the vegetation has gradually changed from the original dry yellow color to emerald green.

In other words, it may be just some of Yi Shuyuan's personal illusions, just because the vegetation around him is greener than other places in the mountains.

It was another early morning, and the sunlight gradually passed through the mountain forest, and rays of light shone on Yi Shuyuan's side.

There is a mountain flower in bud next to it. Its leaves seem to be very heavy, because the dew is so full that the leaves bend and fall. Then at a certain moment, the dew drops fall.

It's just that the dewdrops didn't really fall to the ground, but flew away as bright as stars under the sunlight.

Dots of light kept appearing in this mountain, flying into a white porcelain bowl.

Hui Mian holds a white porcelain bowl in both paws, jumping around in the mountains, collecting the morning light and dew in the mountains, and its abilities have grown a lot without knowing it.

After working for a while, Hui Mian took most of the bowl of water, and then ran back to the broken house under the cliff happily. Without making a sound, it placed the white porcelain bowl next to Yi Shuyuan, and then He took out two slices of preserved fruit from his pocket and placed them on the table.

After finishing all this, Hui Mian tiptoed out for a while, and then disappeared in a flash.

Qi Zhongbin's book is not simply a chronicle-like account. Many of it include the process of dealing with some evil objects in his early years. As far as a warlock is concerned, it can indeed be called a masterpiece.

Qi Zhongbin never even mentioned to Yi Shuyuan that when he was in the prime of life, he was awarded the title of Heavenly Master by the late emperor.

When Yi Shuyuan saw the beauty, he couldn't help but smile knowingly. He was happy with the story and the actions of the apprentice he had taken in by the way.

"Maybe I'm going to be a cheap master for a while!"

From various descriptions in the book, it was not difficult for Yi Shuyuan to see that Qi Zhongbin was actually gifted, but it was a pity that he did not have the fate to meet him. To a certain extent, his hard work paid off.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan turned his head and looked to his side. A bowl of clean dew was placed beside him, with two pieces of preserved fruit leaning against the edge of the bowl.

This dew seemed ordinary, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, there was a spiritual charm flowing in it, and there was a faint glow in it. It was not easy for this special kind of dew to collect more than half a bowl.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the bowl and took a sip. A sweet taste filled his mouth. He looked thoughtful and looked up at the gourd placed on the rock above.

Although the wine in this gourd has not been drunk a few times, it is getting less and less after all, and the wine in it cannot be cut off.

Thinking like this, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand and a stream of light flew out from the mouth of the gourd swallowing the glow. When it fell into Yi Shuyuan's hand, it turned into a book with a light blue cover.

The book has not yet been completely forged, but it has taken shape. Yi Shuyuan does not use it to record any stories, but to make a draft of the book itself, which is also related to his own way.

Using a folding fan-shaped pen without ink, he unfolded the pages of the book and wrote on them. Yi Shuyuan gradually immersed his mind in it.

It's like a blurry outline appears on the page, and this scene brings out the artistic conception. It's like the surrounding environment blends with its own artistic conception. Various pictures appear in the mind, including people wandering in the world and spells being cast.

A strange-looking mountain spirit appeared on the hillside in the distance. It was green in color and had a big belly, but its arms and legs were slender and somewhat bony. A single horn was exposed on its forehead, and its face was deeply furrowed. With an expression of awe, he looked at the dilapidated house in the distance.

About a quarter of an hour later, the mountain ghost packed something with an old piece of bark, cautiously approached the dilapidated house that it considered sacred, and crawled outside the house.

The dilapidated house had broken walls and even a door, but the mountain ghost did not dare to enter. He just carefully placed the old tree bark "indoors" and immediately backed away.

Yi Shuyuan didn't seem to notice anything. It wasn't until he was satisfied with the writing that he looked up at the door of the broken house.

The old bark is one arm long and half as wide as an arm. There are some fruits on it and some roots that look like plants, but they are treated very cleanly. There is no mud or dirt, but there is some fragrance of the earth.

At this moment, in the bushes not far away, a marten raised its head. There was a snake in its mouth, and the snake's body was still struggling to twist.

Hui Mian put down the snake and watched it crawl away hastily.

"Let you go!"

After saying this, Hui Mian hurried back to Yi Shuyuan's place. When he got there, without Yi Shuyuan's consent, he directly picked up a tuber-shaped thing and took a bite. His mouth was immediately filled with a slight bitterness. of sweetness.

"Don't eat too much. I plan to use some to make wine. I also want to leave this morning dew to you to collect more. How about using that gourd?"

"Lent it to me to play with?"

Hui Mian was delighted when he heard this.

"It's not fun, it's business!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Hui Mian nodded repeatedly, holding the tuber in his mouth and dragging the old bark to Yi Shuyuan's feet. Just by smelling the fragrance, he knew that the things on the bark were all good.

For half a month, the mountain ghost would carefully approach the shabby house in the early morning and offer him the food he thought was good that he had collected in the mountains.

Either use bark, banana leaves, or vines to weave a simple basket. It may not always be a lot, but it must be carefully selected and processed every time.

The aura around this area has become extremely active and agile. Although it is difficult to absorb, catching even a little bit is much better than usual.

The range is not large, and there is obvious attenuation just tens of feet away from the broken house. Since the mountain ghost discovered it, he has been cautiously trying to breathe in the spiritual energy on the edge.

The mountain ghost also knew that the person who caused the change in spiritual energy would definitely not miss it. He was grateful that the other party did not drive it away, so he offered a meager reward.

On the fifteenth day, it was early morning again. The mountain ghost once again carefully appeared outside the broken house, holding a banana leaf with something inside. But today it seemed a little different. It looked into the house and was slightly startled.

The person who had been sitting there without moving much was no longer there today.

"Hoo"

The mountain ghost let out a breath of white air, stood upright and looked around with a slightly rickety posture, but he didn't see that man or the marten.

Finally, after hesitating, the mountain ghost entered the room of the broken house for the first time and found a small white porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of amber liquid on the stone where the man was sitting.

The mountain ghost sniffed gently, and a faint aroma of wine floated into his nose, and a strong desire suddenly arose in his heart.

However, the mountain ghost still did not dare to touch the bowl of wine. Until one day passed and it was getting dark, other small animals were attracted by the scent and ran into the broken house.

Now the mountain ghost hiding aside appeared immediately.

"Aww——"

The mountain ghost roared, and the mountain rat was immediately frightened and ran away. Then it came to the wine bowl again. Hesitantly, it raised the white porcelain bowl to its mouth, and then drank the wine.

A burning sensation went down his throat and into his abdomen. His whole body was hot but not painful, and there was a faint black air that was being burned and discharged from his body.

After a while, the mountain ghost woke up from the intoxicating feeling. It looked around, and then sat where Yi Shuyuan had sat before, where it would practice from now on.

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At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had already left Yanshan with Hui Mian.

Even if you are not a scholar rushing to take the exam, how can you not visit the prosperous Chengtian Mansion Yi Shuyuan?

The last time Yi Shuyuan came, he and Lu Yuwei entered Chengtian Mansion from the port. Because the port was too big, they couldn't even enter the capital. This time, they entered from the mountain road of Yanshan Mountain.

Taking the official road, passing through Weinan Pass at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and then walking for dozens of miles, we finally arrived at Chengtianfu City, where the capital of the Dayong Court is today.

Chengtianfu City is a rare majestic city in the world. Standing outside the city gate, Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw that the height of the city wall alone was nine feet, and the masonry on the wall was huge and tightly jointed.

This design can basically eliminate the possibility of most martial arts masters jumping over with their light skills.

Even Yi Shuyuan was shocked when he saw it, and such a wall surrounded the entire huge Chengtianfu City.

Although this direction is facing the direction of Yanshan, there is still an endless stream of people entering and leaving Chengtianfu City, but here, checking the road signs has become much stricter.

For Yi Shuyuan, things like road guides have never been a problem, and it is obvious that the place is not unaccommodating. He has seen some people who can't find a road guide for a while and get through by stuffing a little money.

As soon as you enter the city, you will have another feeling. It is lively and busy, it is booming, and there are people everywhere.

You can see the most ordinary ordinary people, you can also occasionally see some people in strange clothes, and some people who are obviously from foreign lands.

Whether they are people wearing silk and satin or people wearing furs, all kinds of people can be seen here.

Some people looked at the scenes in front of them with curiosity and wonder, while some ordinary people looked at the people in front of them who were in wonder.

There was the oiran who paraded through the streets on a float, attracting countless bees and butterflies, and attracted the Confucian scholars who came to Beijing to take the exam.

Not to mention that you can see some people who perform business, set up stalls, dance with guns and sticks, but these people often have to hide in the capital to patrol, and from time to time stage an ancient version of "hiding at the city gate".

After just entering the city for a moment, the prosperity of the capital was all before Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

Not to mention Yi Shuyuan, even Hui Mian looked a little dull. Mingzhou City was already considered a big city, but if Mingzhou City was a gentle and beautiful ancient city, then the capital city was the fiery prosperity of the world.

While Yi Shuyuan was taking a look around, a voice from a nearby restaurant attracted his attention.

One person and one Diao turned around and saw that in the lobby of the building, all other seats in front of a table were full of people. The crowd was silent and listened to the man holding a fan in front of the table talking lively.

Yi Shuyuan walked over, stood at the door of the restaurant, listened quietly, and waved away the waiter who was about to greet him.

"The Kaiyang Grand Canal has nearly a thousand miles of waterway. In all the river temples, large and small, the statues have fallen down one after another. Everyone said that it was the death of the Kaiyang River God."

"Some people even saw a huge fish head falling from the sky, and there were rumors that the Kaiyang River God violated the laws of heaven and was beheaded by the heavens."

After these few sentences, the story came to an end. After the storyteller ended, he happily handed over to the crowd.

"Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment!"

Many people took money and put it on the storyteller's table, maybe because the restaurant didn't give them a commission.

Yi Shuyuan also walked in, took a few copper coins from his sleeve and put them down before turning around and leaving.

Not long after walking, I unexpectedly saw another storyteller telling a similar story at a street teahouse, but the content was obviously different from the previous one.

"Some other storyteller has already made up the story so quickly!"

Obviously the collapse of the Wanli River Statue is a hot topic. Although there is no Internet here, the popularity is still there. Many storytellers have already compiled their own stories, but they have not yet decided on the winner.

The unified version that can be passed down in the future is naturally a classic.

Hearing the gentleman's sigh, Hui Mian clicked his tongue and said.

"Everyone makes up nonsense and makes up nonsense, and their story-telling skills are far worse than Mr.'s!"

Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan felt very useful.

"That's natural. Sir, I don't know how to deal with storytellers! Let's also talk about stories, let's talk about this river god, and see who can tell it better!"