Talk about the world of mortals in detail

After a while, Yi Shuyuan came back to his senses. It was no longer important to him whether he would be doomed or not.

Maintaining this sense of enlightenment is the most important thing at this moment.

Yi Shuyuan gradually fell to the canal, flew directly into a forest on the bank, and found a big stone to sit down in the forest.

Slowly closing his eyes, Yi Shuyuan held the hilt of the sword and held the unsheathed sword in front of him.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong, ding-dong-ding-dong."

There is no wind or rain at this moment, and without the obstruction of the wind, the sound of raindrops hitting the sword is clearer and even has a rhythm.

Or maybe there was a rhythm in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

This is a kind of clang like an iron horse!

The floating sword energy on the sword was looming, which seemed to correspond to Yi Shuyuan's state of mind at the moment.

Then, Yi Shuyuan let go of his hand, and the sword was suspended in the air.

But deep in his heart, all the artistic conceptions of heaven and earth disappeared, and everything returned to darkness. Only he was left sitting on a rock. The sky above was not the sun and the moon, but was illuminated by a sword light.

Hui Mian, who was huddled in Yi Shuyuan's collar, did not dare to express his anger for fear of disturbing his teacher's enlightenment.

"Dangdangdang~"

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids trembled slightly, this was the sound of plucked strings on the pipa.

And the long sword transformed by Yin Chen suddenly blurred in front of Yi Shuyuan. A wave of sword intent was like an invisible north wind in winter, spreading to the surroundings and bringing a whistling chill. Even Hui Mian couldn't help but move towards it. Yi Shuyuan's clothes shrank inside.

"Dangdangdang~"

The sound of strings sounded again, and the supposedly solid blade of Feixuan Sword actually twisted like running water and flew around Yi Shuyuan's head.

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids trembled rapidly, and then calmed down. He did not open his eyes, and the light in the artistic conception was spreading rapidly.

The scabbard still in his hand turned into a pipa at this moment.

A spring breeze jade song that Zhuo Qing taught before started, and along with the sonorous and powerful pipa music, the long sword disappeared in an instant, leaving only the phantom-like sword intent.

There are occasional light and shadows in the rain, as if the light of the sun and moon is refracted in the raindrops

Yi Shuyuan slowly opened his eyes. The sword intention was there and very strong, but not freely enough!

The Spring Breeze Jade Song is relatively melodious and simple, and it is not difficult to play. However, if you want to incorporate the sword intention into the more difficult sword music, your fingers will feel a little stiff.

At this time, what Yi Shuyuan was thinking about was no longer the sword, but the pipa songs that were either subtle or chilling and powerful!

With a thought, Yi Shuyuan's body shape has changed into a power barrier again. At this moment, both the feeling of the music and the sword intention in his heart and external sword energy have changed obviously.

This change may not necessarily be that it has been enhanced, but it has become very clear, as if it has been integrated into it.

Yi Shuyuan crossed his legs, placed the pipa on his legs, and used the most relaxed and comfortable posture to incorporate the strength and softness of the sword.

"Dangdangdang~"

The strings sound again, and the sword moves according to the will.

This is the song from the previous life!

The next moment, as the meaning of the music deepened with the fingertips, the flying swords were like illusions, like rain, and like invisible light and shadow, tactfully moving away from them and hiding in them with solemnity.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the nearby birds, animals, and insects seemed to freeze there, and even the flowers, plants, and trees seemed to have lost their color.

Yi Shuyuan's fingers moved rapidly on the strings like a fingertip dance, and the sound was sometimes gentle and sometimes rapid.

With Yi Shuyuan as the center, at this moment it seemed that only he, his location, and the flying sword were left with color, and everything else was gray.

The speed of mana consumption seemed to be faster than the pipa music, and the artistic conception was like a tsunami, but Yi Shuyuan sat firmly on the rock and remained motionless.

After a long time, the song is over.

The sword intent gradually faded away, and the colors of the world reappeared.

"call"

Yi Shuyuan breathed out a sigh of relief. He almost couldn't finish playing!

Fortunately, the pipa in Yi Shuyuan's hand turned back into the scabbard. The scabbard in his left hand stood upright, and a sword shadow fell from the sky.

With a "Zheng~" sound, the sword was sheathed.

When Yi Shuyuan handed the sword to his right hand, the long sword had turned into a folding fan amid the faint mist, and Yi Shuyuan had also returned to his true self as a storyteller.

"Hehe, not bad!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and said that it was just not bad, but he didn't mention how happy he was in his heart.

"Sir, you are so powerful. What kind of sword was that just now? It's simply, simply too powerful. I don't even know how to describe it. It sounds beautiful and powerful at the same time!"

Hui Mian seemed to be even more excited than Yi Shuyuan. He jumped on his shoulders and waved his front paws continuously. He was indeed not very good, but his senses were extremely sharp.

The feeling Hui Mian had just now was very strange, and he couldn't tell the difference between the sword intent and the music.

Listening to the sound, it felt like a sword was pointing at it. As the pitch changed in pitch and became more rapid, it felt as if I was completely surrounded by an invisible chill, becoming increasingly narrow and inevitable.

Hui Mian knew that his husband would not hurt him, so what if he was an enemy?

"Isn't it amazing? Sir, he will become more and more powerful in the future!"

Yi Shuyuan did not hesitate to praise himself, and unfolded his folding fan to fan gently.

But at this moment, Yi Shuyuan suddenly looked back. In the spring rain, the rock he had just sat on gradually turned into powder. If there were outsiders present, it would look like it had been dissolved by the rain.

After thinking about it, it was better to choose the day than to hit it. Yi Shuyuan walked to the bottom of a big tree in the forest, sat down against the trunk, and then took out his wine gourd.

After uncorking the bottle and looking inside, Hui Mian stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulders and held his hair to follow him.

"Xuanji, isn't the taste inside the Qiankun Gourd unpleasant?"

Not only is it uncomfortable, this gourd is equivalent to the treasure of Yi Shuyuan's artistic conception alchemy furnace.

The gourd is not only a container for storing wine, but it is also a furnace of horror. It seems that there is wine everywhere, but when the will is mixed, you can almost see the energy of yin and yang forging the five elements, and the true fire is raging and the flames are overwhelming.

Xuanji seemed to be in endless burning, and the pain was so intense that she wanted to die and escape, but she seemed to have nowhere to go in the big waves.

Although the calabash mouth was open, Xuan Ji could not see it. At this moment, when she heard Yi Shuyuan's voice, her painful and groggy consciousness suddenly woke up.

Not a woman?

This voice is also very familiar!

It's him!

Xuanji suddenly remembered the scene in the mountains, and the two calm and mocking eyes overlapped in her memory.

"You are! Who are you? I have no enmity with you. Why do you do this to me?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"No injustice or enmity? Which of the people you killed has any enmity against you?"

Before Xuanji could speak, Yi Shuyuan said again.

"You don't have to say it's all their own greed or something. After all, I'm not here to reason with you. Just tell me how you felt when you were resurrected?"

Yi Shuyuan actually didn't need all the secrets of the cat demon, he was more concerned about the feeling, but to Xuan Ji's ears, using oneself to save others didn't feel like this.

"You are an immortal cultivator, and I am a demon in your eyes. Even if I tell you the secret, can you let me go? Or can you give me anything in return?"

Hui Mian whispered beside Yi Shuyuan.

"Don't even think about it!"

Yi Shuyuan also thought about it and decided to be sincere.

"It's impossible to let you go, but if you tell me sincerely, I will kill you. If you don't tell me, just stay here."

This would sound very strange to other people, and they would be killed if they said it, but in Xuan Ji, it gave rise to some hope. Death was scary, but she still had life, and being able to die was equivalent to escaping.

"Can I trust you?"

"What can I do? I, the Immortal Dao, are more trustworthy than monsters like you, right? But the ugly words are ahead. Now that you are in my magic weapon, I have the power of synesthesia and can know whether you are lying to me. "

Xuan Ji has no body at the moment, and her mental struggle in the gourd is completely transparent to Yi Shuyuan, and he can feel her various unwilling emotions.

After a while, Xuan Ji spoke.

"But what if I tell you that it's hard for me to explain clearly?"

"It certainly seems so."

Xuanji didn't need to explain anything, Yi Shuyuan already understood that her words were not lies.

"Then I have to let you die once and let me see!"

After Yi Shuyuan's understated words fell, it seemed that what he was holding in the gourd's hand was no longer a gourd, but an alchemy furnace.

boom.

The wine in the gourd seemed to turn into hot flames.

"ah--"

Xuan Ji screamed immediately, the pain was countless times more intense than before.

The phantom of the demon soul appeared, and the furnace gradually became distorted.

"Meow-"

This miserable howl made Hui Mian's hair go crazy. He huddled on Yi Shuyuan's neck and didn't dare to move, but he still refused to show weakness.

"Good guy, thank you for catching it, it's so vicious!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't speak. This method of refining in the furnace was much slower than ordinary killings. The gourd in his hand was like an extension of his mind. Everything in it was clear in his mind, including the changes in the cat demon's energy.

Furthermore, in this case, if the cat demon really has the possibility of escaping the gourd after dying, then Yi Shuyuan can also quickly terminate the refining.

However, judging from the current situation, the sealing effect of the gourd is good.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention that even if you die, you may still not be able to get out!"

With that said, the cat demon's miserable howl seemed weak, so it was naturally impossible for him to curse.

——

Except for the Madam of Yunxiang Pavilion in Thirteenth Floor, the one who was feeling rather depressed during this period was probably Emperor Dayong.

At this moment, Tan Yuanshang was in the imperial study, chatting with the emperor who had a rare moment of leisure.

"Alas, after listening to the book that night, Mr. Yi actually disappeared. I shouldn't have asked that question."

The "question" the emperor was referring to was the sentence "Do you know who I am?"

In the eyes of Emperor Dayong, Yi Shuyuan definitely knew the identity of his emperor at that time. When he asked about it, in the eyes of such an expert, it might represent a certain degree of showdown, so he simply ran away.

Tan Yuanshang was sitting on a chair to the side drinking tea and eating cakes. Hearing this, he couldn't help but interrupt.

"Your Majesty, please stop sighing."

There's no point in sighing.

Hearing Tan Yuanshang's words, the emperor couldn't help but say.

"These masters of the royal bodyguards, all of them are nothing but drunkards. Even the storyteller can't bear to look at them!"

Tan Yuanchang glanced at Zhang Liangxi, who was smiling and saying nothing, so he could only speak for himself.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. You let them keep an eye on you secretly, but you don't allow them to show up to stop him. Besides, Mr. Yi has a friend with such excellent martial arts skills as Long Feiyang. It's really not easy to keep a close eye on him."

When Long Feiyang was mentioned, Zhang Liangxi also thought carefully in his heart. He had never heard of this person in the world, but his martial arts skills were definitely extremely high.

However, such a master does not disrespect the generals, otherwise Yi Shuyuan would not ask Tan Yuanchang for help.

The emperor also smiled when he heard Tan Yuanshang mention this name.

"He is a famous figure in the world. The friends Mr. Yi has made are indeed very extraordinary."

The emperor's sense of Long Feiyang was not bad, for the same reason as what Zhang Liangxi had in mind.

Yi Shuyuan's friends include a mysterious master like Long Feiyang, and Tan Yuanshang also intends to make friends with him. Even the Dayong Emperor himself favors him.

This is more in line with the emperor's imagination of strange people and celebrities.

What you don't get is always the best. This principle applies to everything, so much so that the emperor's expectations for this year's imperial examination were somewhat weaker.