Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The boat returned to a shore near Chengtian Port before dawn, not far from Thirteenth Floor.

It's just that when he went there, Qi Zhongbin and Yan Shouyun took a nap with Hui Mian, but when he came back, only Yan Shouyun was left, at least that's what he felt.

Yan Shouyun could be considered good at rowing, and he rowed the boat close to the shore alone.

Looking at the lights on the 13th floor, listening to the sound of singing and dancing that still continued before dawn, Yan Shouyun's thoughts did not stop, but had already gone to Chengtianfu City.

Obviously, Yan Shouyun understood that he was facing a severe test, exorcising evil spirits and saving the mountains and rivers. It was also a test for a master. If he could pass it, he might be able to become a disciple of the Heavenly Master.

While he was thinking, the bow of the ship touched the shore slightly, and the shaking of the ship's hull also shook Yan Shouyun awake. He quickly put down the oar and walked through the cabin to the front. However, after searching carefully, he could not find where the cables on the ship were.

I can't help but go ashore, right?

Yan Shouyun looked around and looked at the wicker on the shore.

Yes, you can tie it with wicker!

Yan Shouyun stepped ashore carefully, then immediately reached out to grab the bow of the boat to prevent it from swinging away. He adjusted the position of the boat and moved a few steps, then turned around and grabbed the long wicker that was blowing in the wind.

Although it is winter, the willow trees along the river still seem to be extremely flexible.

But in just this short moment, when Yan Shouyun turned around, he was surprised to see that the boat had floated three or four feet away from the shore, as if he had just pushed it hard instead of moving it carefully.

"Hey, hey, come back, come back. Oh no, this is the Heavenly Master's ship."

Yan Shouyun hesitated and wanted to use Qinggong to jump over, but the ship was already six feet away at this moment, and his Qinggong was unable to move it so far.

At this moment, Yan Shouyun suddenly noticed that there was a person wearing a raincoat on the boat, and that person was holding his hand towards the shore.

"What the Immortal Master said is wrong. This ship is not the Celestial Master's ship, but belongs to my general. Since you have landed ashore and no longer want to use the boat, you naturally took it back. I hope the Immortal Master will not be surprised. If there is really a need, Jiang Just give the order!"

After the words fell, the people on the boat straightened up. Then there seemed to be a whirlpool under the boat, and the boat and the man submerged into the river in a short period of time.

After a few breaths, the entire river surface became calm and there was no trace left.

Yan Shouyun stood blankly on the shore, holding a handful of willow sticks connected to the willow tree in his hand.

Someone fell into the water? Don't be stupid, that's probably not a human being.

After standing on the shore for a long time, until the morning glow appeared and the sky brightened, Yan Shouyun had a smile on his face, then turned around and strode towards Chengtian Mansion.

Hundreds of mages in the capital are vying for the position of Heavenly Master. But look at what kind of person this last Heavenly Master is. He is so mediocre in the world that he is driven by greed and overestimation.

Returning guests from the Thirteenth Floor are coming out one after another, and people who need to enter the city from the port and other directions have begun to queue up. A new day in Chengtian Mansion is about to begin.

The capital is still lively and people are full of expectations. They are looking forward to this afternoon's Dharma Appraisal Conference and looking forward to this new year bringing some new excitement.

However, Yan Shouyun didn't think about this anymore. He knew that his strength was not enough, and he had not even learned a single technique taught by Master Tian, ​​so he could do nothing except stare.

Yan Shouyun went to a place first. After entering the city, he bought steamed buns and ate them while walking. It took him a quarter and a half to reach the courtyard of an ordinary residential building in the capital.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah"

After stuffing the last bite of the bun, Yan Shouyun clapped his hands, stretched his neck and took a look inside the fenced courtyard.

This is a rather simple house, even a little shabby. Does that person really live here?

You need to know who was once the most wealthy person in the world. Even Yan Shouyun has heard some folk sayings, which goes like "He has what the emperor has, and he has what the emperor doesn't have."

But will it look like no one is inside?

Yan Shouyun straightened his clothes and was about to open his mouth when he thought about it and changed his title.

"Mr.—Mr. Is he at home?"

Yan Shouyun shouted several times and patted the door, but there was no movement inside. He thought the people inside must have gone out.

He didn't wait here, time was not waiting for us, and there was still a lot to do, so Yan Shouyun took out a pen and paper, studied ink, and then wrote a paragraph.

Then Yan Shouyun used some of his own little skills to cast spells on the paper, placed it on the ground and blew gently.

"call"

Yan Shouyun, who had tried many ideas, suddenly found that the paper flew into the courtyard with his breath, then flipped several somersaults in the air, and then flew into the crack of the door of the room inside. Yan Shouyun had a feeling without even looking at it. , as if he could feel the paper rolling and flying in the room again, and finally landed on the table.

"Hehe. I seem to have really enlightened myself. It's all thanks to the guidance of the Heavenly Master."

Yan Shouyun packed up his things and left happily, heading straight to the other end of Chengtian Mansion with increasingly brisk footsteps.

Passing through the streets that had turned from deserted to increasingly lively, Yan Shouyun was not simply rushing. He had been in Chengtian Mansion for so long, and it seemed that he had never really been close to feeling the human fireworks of Dayong's entry into the city.

Listening to the words of the Heavenly Master, Yan Shouyun carefully felt every bit of mountains and rivers and every bit of fireworks, so today's Yan Shouyun seems to be different from his past self in terms of senses.

The people here are prosperous and peaceful, but they are also members of the millions of ordinary people in the world, with their own trivial matters and happiness. The noise of the market and the songs of children constitute a picture of the world.

Because when he was with Long Simiao, he had already changed out of the conspicuous mage robe. Although Yan Shouyun was also wearing a mage robe at the moment, the robe was nothing more than an old shirt to ordinary people, so it was not annoying at all. Attention.

Yan Shouyun slowed down as he walked near the gate of Beicheng. This was the first time he had been to this place in so many days.

After so many years, that huge stone that has attracted worldwide attention is still standing quietly in the north of the city. Every time someone passes by, especially those who are new to the capital, whether ordinary people or foreigners, they will look sideways or even stop for a long time.

Yan Shouyun was walking towards the city gate, but his eyes were also on the boulder. At first he was attracted to it, but then he was gradually shocked.

At this moment, Yan Shouyun felt as if there was an illusion in front of him.

At this moment, Yan Shouyun seemed to see the once lively scene and the cheers of the people.

At this moment, Yan Shouyun seemed to see someone climbing up the ladder, with infinite pride, youthfulness and vigor, writing on the boulder with a large pen.

"Twenty thousand miles to the northwest, I am in a state of great mediocrity——"

Yan Shouyun's footsteps became slower and slower, and his gaze became more and more absorbed. In a trance, he seemed to see a person, with some sense of brilliance in the blur, and even vaguely heard the sound of minks, and that " The person in the "illusion" looked sideways slightly, just smiled, and everything disappeared.

Yan Shouyun shook his head and rubbed his eyes. People were still coming and going at the north gate of Chengtian Mansion. Occasionally, some people looked at the huge stone tablet, but it was obvious that what they just saw did not exist.

The feeling just now was magical. It was more like it was floating in his mind than what he saw with his eyes. Yan Shouyun couldn't describe it, but he had a special feeling of believing in what he saw.

Perhaps this huge stone monument is too special and affects too much, so I have such a strange vision in my heart.

Yan Shouyun stopped thinking about it. Of course, it was impossible to understand that it was a kind of synaesthesia. He quickened his pace and walked out of the north gate, heading straight to the Zhenjun Temple north of Chengtian Mansion.

Over the years, Chengtian Mansion has of course also built the Zhenjun Temple, which was built outside Beicheng. The temple cannot compare with the large temples in Lingdong, but after all, it can be considered to be of a certain scale under the emperor's feet.

The incense of Zhenjun Temple is not bad anywhere. This temple on the north road was built by Lingdong merchants who traveled to the northern grasslands to pray for peace and wealth.

When Yan Shouyun arrived at the Zhenjun Temple, the temple was relatively deserted. He walked all the way to the back of the temple and came to the Demon-Conquering Hall.

A characteristic of the capital city, the Zhenjun Temple is not divided into various halls, but is a huge Demon-Fuming Palace, with the Demon-Fuming Emperor in the center, and on both sides are the statues of the gods of the Demon-Fuming Palace, of course some of them are famous.

After discussing with Miao Zhu, Yan Shouyun borrowed a futon and a small table, sat in the corner of the Fumo Palace, and spread out the Four Treasures of the Study.

Yes, Yan Shouyun was painting. He didn't dare to draw the Demon-Conquering Emperor, because he knew with his toes that he would never be able to invite the Demon-Conquering Saint's divine body.

Yan Shouyun has his own goal, and it is also the "trick method" that Master Tian told him.

So the first person Yan Shouyun drew was Duan Silie, the mighty, thundering and magical general!

This is Dayong's famous general. During his military life, he devoted everything to Dayong's national policy. His family and martial arts are all related to this. However, he also suffered many injuries due to years of fighting.

But everything was worth it. Dayong finally conquered the world and his virtue spread all over the world. In the last years of Hongxing, Duan Silie died with a smile surrounded by relatives, friends and a full family of children and grandchildren. For him, he had no regrets in life.

After Duan Silie's death, he was named the "Great General of Martial Power, Thunder and Divine Power" by the late emperor, who built temples and ancestral halls, and continued to lead troops to sweep away evil spirits.

Although General Wuwei Lei Ming Shen Tong also has his own temple, people in Lingdong believe that General Duan Silie ascended to heaven and became a god under the command of Emperor Fumo in the far north, so they generally set up statues in Zhenjun temples.

This is Yan Shouyun's "trick"!

General Duan has been loyal throughout his life and will never turn a blind eye to monsters like cholera and mediocrity. If I invite God to come, General Duan will feel something in his heart and there is a high probability that he will respond!

Yan Shouyun was painting with ink at the moment, and it was Duan Silie who was painting. But he was not just tracing the statue of the god, he was also having his own feelings in a trance. Each stroke was by no means accidental.

Of course, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Yan Shouyun's paintings are a little distorted as he draws. Although the warlock also has to draw talismans and so on, his painting foundation is there.

There will be some pilgrims coming in. When they see Yan Shouyun sitting in the corner, they will subconsciously take a few more glances. Some people will take a closer look and they can't help laughing.

"Hahahahaha what did this person draw?" "Yeah, it's a mess."

"He's not painting a god, is he?" "Oh, this is blasphemous. The painting is so ugly."

The buzz around him made Yan Shouyun almost blush with embarrassment, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. This was so embarrassing that he couldn't bear to look at it.

Yan Shouyun wiped his sweat in embarrassment and tried his best to ignore the eyes of others.

At this moment, an old voice came from the door.

"Well, your painting is good. Others laugh at you for drawing random lines, but you follow the example of a cat and a tiger, and you actually draw something spiritual. You don't know how to paint, right?"

Yan Shouyun was startled. He sat on the futon and looked sideways, only to see an extremely old man leaning against the door. He was wrapped in many clothes and still looked very thin, as if the wind could blow him over, but he had a pair of eyes looking at the scroll. But bright and bright.

Of course, if what Yan Shouyun is holding can be considered a painting.