Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Zhuo Qing was happy for a while. When she saw Yi Shuyuan writing there again, she stood aside and watched.

But he saw that Yi Shuyuan was actually writing a letter. The general content was that Jianghu guest Long Feiyang took Zhuo Qing out for a few days and redeemed her life when he came back.

Zhuo Qing's expression became very wonderful. Long Daxia might not understand it, but it was like a slap in her mother's face. She could already imagine her mother's expression when she saw the letter.

But Zhuo Qing is not very scared now, but rather regrets that she can't see it.

After writing the letter, Yi Shuyuan sealed it, flew it out the window, and blew a breath out of the window.

"call"

An obvious gust of wind appeared, and when Zhuo Qing ran to the window to look, the letter had already flown high into the sky.

"Where does it go?"

"Of course we are going to Yunxiang Pavilion. With Mr.'s temper, he will probably let it appear in your house. After all, you left the window open."

Hui Mian stood on the window sill and said this. After one person and one mink turned to look at Yi Shuyuan, he saw him nodding slightly.

A breeze carried the letter all the way to the port outside the city, and flew downstream to the Thirteenth Floor. It passed through the peach forest and rolled up a burst of petals, and finally landed on the table of Zhuo Qing's boudoir. At the same time, the door bolt of the room was opened. .

The letter was not discovered until the evening as Yi Shuyuan expected, because not long after the letter arrived, a woman trotted out the door.

This person was the woman in yellow that Yi Shuyuan had met once before, but now she was dressed in blue, and her steps became lighter when she arrived in front of the door.

"Sister Zhuo, sister Zhuo, are you asleep? I heard that you also boarded the flower boat last night."

The woman asked with a smile. When she saw that there was no movement inside, she immediately showed a disappointed look. She subconsciously reached out and pushed the door open when she wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with a "squeak".

No lock?

The woman looked inside, then tiptoed in, jumped over the screen and looked at the bed. The bedding was neat and the gauze curtain was not lowered.

"Sister Zhuo? Sister Zhuo!"

No one is in the house?

The woman immediately walked in quickly and saw that the window was open, and there were vague petals coming in with the wind. Then from the floor of the window to the table, the most petals were, and her eyes naturally followed the petals to see the letter on the table.

The woman picked up the letter and looked at it. There were big words written on the cover.

"Sanniang kisses her."

Sanniang is the madam of Yunxiang Pavilion.

Look at the strong and powerful handwriting, which is completely different from Sister Zhuo's delicate writing style.

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously walked to the window to look outside, then came back to find the madam with the letter.

It will be morning, Yunxiang Pavilion is relatively leisurely, so I just need to see guests off and say a few nice words from time to time.

Just as the madam was standing in front of the door, waving her fan and looking at the peach grove in the distance, the woman who had taken the letter ran over in a panic, but she didn't want to attract attention by making any noise.

"Mommy mommy"

Hearing this voice, the madam frowned and looked at the visitor.

"How is it appropriate to be in such a panic? What's going on?"

The woman took out the letter and handed it over, and whispered.

"Sister Zhuo is not in the room. There is this letter on the table."

The madam felt something bad in her heart. After receiving the letter, she immediately tore it open and looked at it. When she saw it, she became so angry that the loose flesh on her face wrinkled together.

"What a charlatan, and you're such a stupid girl, you're so cowardly that you dare to follow him! Have you forgotten my methods?"

Seeing the madam there, she was so angry that her teeth were itching, and the woman who brought the letter was too frightened to say anything.

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Not to mention what the reaction from Yunxiang Pavilion would be, Yi Shuyuan was not in a hurry at all.

Even Yi Shuyuan is not in a hurry to deal with the matter of the cat demon. Although the strange change in fate is very special, after experiencing the last change, he has vaguely grasped another part of the essence of his own way, which is not very special. Eager to seek help from the cat demon.

It is of course best if you can fully understand it on your own, and then hearing other people's teachings is the icing on the cake.

But Yi Shuyuan is also not in a hurry to find a special place to learn the Tao. First, this Tao does not necessarily require retreat to comprehend, and he can gain enlightenment while thinking in his heart.

Second, Yi Shuyuan also hopes to do what he promised to others first.

In the morning at Muxin Teahouse, Yi Shuyuan, who had not been seen for several days, appeared again.

As soon as the waiter outside saw Yi Shuyuan, he warmly welcomed him in. The teahouse owner was so happy that he left the counter in person and came to greet him.

"Mr. Yi, I thought you weren't coming back. Come on, show me tea at your usual place!"

Yi Shuyuan returned the gift and then smiled.

"There were some rumors by the canal a while ago. Yi Mou has been thinking hard during this period and compiled a "Record of the River God's Backwardness". When the book was completed, he was not happy about it. Today, he is here to bother you again!"

The teahouse owner was overjoyed when he heard this, with a smile on his face.

"Oh, sir, what are you talking about? If sir is willing to stay in this building for a long time, don't say it's a nuisance. It's okay to just add 20% to your head!"

At night some time ago, there was a lot of movement in the canal. Many people on the riverside, especially people on some water boats, saw it. For a while, it was full of dead fish, but they were quickly washed away by the water. .

This incident also spread among the people in the capital after dinner. The postscript written by Yi Shuyuan was apparently based on this.

Following the shouts of the teahouse waiters, Muxin Teahouse quickly gathered a wave of people listening to the book, and many people were coming from far and near.

As early as when Yi Shuyuan first entered the teahouse, some people left inside and outside the teahouse, rushing to report the news.

Because Yi Shuyuan's storyteller is more casual and is not there every day, these people are specially paid to wait here for others. When they see the storyteller coming, they run as fast as they can to notify others.

So when the tea was brewed and the book was ready to be taught, the teahouse was quickly crowded with people inside and outside.

Yi Shuyuan glanced towards a place in the hall on the first floor.

The generous man was now squeezing into the crowd with the help of his servants. After giving some silver coins, some people naturally gave up the table.

Yi Shuyuan smiled and dropped the ruler in his hand at this moment.

"Pa~"

"What we are going to talk about today is "The Story of the River God Behind". Although the river god Nian Chaosheng was beheaded by the heavens, not everyone in the water is colluding, but there are still some god generals who are still protecting them."

"Stab~"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded his folding fan and fanned it gently. He paused for a moment before continuing.

"The book continues from the last chapter. The head of the river god fell to the ground, the statue of Wanli overturned, the believers on the bank had different opinions, and the aquatic tribe in the water were also in panic."

As Yi Shuyuan narrated, the tea guests who listened to the book gradually merged into the story again and felt the panic of the Shui tribe.

Some chose to say goodbye and leave, while others simply disappeared. The once prosperous Water God's Mansion has now become a bit desolate, but not everyone has left.

In this case, the immortal actually visited again, and everyone in the water mansion was panicked for a while, but after all, a god general went out to face him.

This brings us to Yi Shuyuan's story today - subduing the demon on the canal!

Based on what happened recently outside Chengtian Port at night, it tells the story of the mysterious and thrilling things underwater that ordinary people cannot understand.

The audience combined with recent rumors and heard the author's emotional narration, it seemed like a true story, and the sense of immersion was even more profound.

Xie Qing, the crab general, Wu Dameng, the mullet captain, and Lu Legong, the patrolling yaksha

Some of the water tribe god generals with names and surnames who are still guarding the Kaiyang Grand Canal gradually became known to people through stories in Yi Shuyuan's mouth.

On the table in the corner of the teahouse, there were also people writing quickly and writing quickly. Although they could not remember everything, they tried to make the story complete. Some people even made appointments with each other to record the passages, striving to be more complete.

The story ended and the people listening gradually dispersed.

Because there is a commission from the tea house, no one comes to pay specifically.

Several people who were obviously traveling together came to Yi Shuyuan's table one after another, bowed their hands to the president, and left with the manuscript after exchanging pleasantries, just like the previous times.

Nowadays, Mr. Yi's ability and courage are not dissatisfied even among his colleagues.

When there were fewer people, the man sitting a little further away got up and walked to Yi Shuyuan's table again, holding his hands in front of him and praising him.

"I never tire of listening to Mr.'s books. It would be a great pity if such skills were lost in the future."

Yi Shuyuan stood up and returned the gift, smiling.

"You don't need to worry about this. I have already accepted a disciple, but I won't be around for the time being."

After thinking about it, the man invited him again, but now his attitude was much more sincere, because the person in front of him was really not telling the story for profit.

Although storytelling is a minor art, regardless of his mind, magnanimity, or talent, Mr. Yi can be called a rare master in the past and present.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Tan still wants to invite Mr. Tan to tell stories at home again. There is no limit on the time. Mr. Yi is free and willing. I just hope that I can finish the story in your book and don't miss half of it!"

I thought I would be rejected this time, but unexpectedly, Yi Shuyuan nodded in agreement this time.

"Master Tan has invited me many times, which shows his sincerity. Yi has been free recently, so he didn't refuse."

Tan Yuanchang felt happy when he heard this.

"That's great! Sir, just ask how much commission you want, don't have any worries!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Tan Yuanshang calmly and thought for a while.

"Yi knows that Mr. Tan is a capable man. I have a good friend named Long who has encountered a problem. I hope Mr. Tan can help me."

Tan Yuanshang frowned.

"What's going on?"

After listening to Yi Shuyuan's narration in a low voice, Tan Yuanshang's brows relaxed quickly. He thought it was something extraordinary.

Thirteen Loufang does have some background, and is even under the jurisdiction of the imperial court's Jiaofang Division, but for Tan Yuanshang, does this matter?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Yi is worried too much. Now that Mr. Yi has spoken about this matter, Mr. Tan boldly boasts about it. Now he is considered a friend of Mr. Yi and he is also a good-natured person!"

After hearing about Yi Shuyuan, Tan Yuanshang suddenly admired Yi Shuyuan not just for his storytelling ability. This storyteller was such a wonderful person!

While Yi Shuyuan thanked him politely, he also looked across the street outside the teahouse.

Zhuo Qing, with Hui Mian lying on her shoulders, was standing there in a daze.

With Hui Mian by her side, Zhuo Qing walked around the city freely today, and after being reminded intentionally or unintentionally by the former, she also joined in the fun and listened to a book outside the teahouse.

At this moment, when she saw the storyteller, although her demeanor and behavior were different, Zhuo Qing recognized the folding fan and felt a special feeling in her heart.

"Then the storyteller is Dragon Warrior, right?"

Zhuo Qing murmured a question, and Hui Mian wanted to answer straight away, but considering her emotions, he changed his mind and imitated the tone that Yi Shuyuan sometimes used.

"Yes and no, the storyteller is a sir, the Dragon Hero is also a sir, and even the sword fairy Mi Li who looks very similar to you is also a sir. Sir's changes are not like the illusions of those vulgar people, they come from the heart. Influence forms become reality.”

“It’s more than that, it’s not about appearance!”

After Hui Mian finished speaking, he was very satisfied with himself for being able to say such enigmatic words.

"Power fence."

Zhuo Qing recited the name and also thought of the actual object. Mi Li refers to a soft veil that obscures the face and cannot see clearly. It is also often used in buildings.

"You just like Long Feiyang, but sir, you are more than just Long Feiyang. Do you understand now?"

Hui Mian said this, but Zhuo Qing smiled again.

"Well, Mr. Yi and Sister Mi Li are also very lovable! More than that, it doesn't depend on appearance. Mr. is not just Long Feiyang, but Mr. is always Mr., right?"

Zhuo Qing looked sideways at the little mink hiding on her shoulder, which made Hui Mian speechless for a moment.

Hui Mian couldn't help but re-examine Zhuo Qing, how savvy this girl is!

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PS: I don’t know if any senior high school students will read this book. It is based on the past and the flowers bloom only in the present. I wish you safety, health and extraordinary performance!