Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 147
It seems that it is because of the arrival of spring, or it may be because the Yanshan area is already like this. The climate here has become warmer. Even in the mountains where Yi Shuyuan is located, it is far warmer than before on the Grand Canal.

Rain, temperature, plus sunlight.

In the mountain where Yi Shuyuan is located, the vegetation has changed from the original withered yellow color to the emerald green.

In other words, it may just be Yi Shuyuan's personal illusion, because the vegetation around him is more green than other places in the mountain.

Another morning, the sun gradually passed through the mountains and forests, and strands of light shone on Yi Shuyuan's side.

There is a budding mountain flower next to it, its leaves seem to be very heavy, because the dew is all over it, dragging the leaves to bend down, and then at a certain moment, the dewdrops fall down.

It's just that the dewdrops didn't really fall into the ground, but flew away with star-like brilliance under the sunlight.

These dots of light kept appearing in this mountain, flying towards a white porcelain bowl one after another.

Hui Mian held a white porcelain bowl in his two paws, bouncing around in the mountains, collecting the morning light and dew in the mountains, and his ability has also increased a lot unconsciously.

After working for a while, Hui Mian took most of the bowl of water, and then excitedly ran back to the dilapidated house under the cliff, without making a sound, it placed the white porcelain bowl beside Yi Shuyuan, and then He took out two slices of candied fruit from his pocket and laid them out.

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 journal-like account, many of which have been added to the process of dealing with some evil things in his early years. As far as warlocks are concerned, they are indeed masters.

Even Qi Zhongbin never mentioned to Yi Shuyuan that when he was young and strong, he had the title of Celestial Master bestowed by the late emperor.

Seeing the beauty, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help showing a knowing smile, not only pleased with the previous stories, but also pleased with the actions of the apprentice he took in by the way.

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

From the various descriptions in the book, it is not difficult for Yi Shuyuan to see that Qi Zhongbin is actually quite talented, but it is a pity that he does not have a fairy fate, and to meet him, to some extent, his hard work has paid off.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan looked sideways, and there was a bowl of clean dew on the side, with two pieces of preserved fruit leaning on the side of the bowl.

This dew seems ordinary, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, there is a spiritual charm flowing in it, and it is even more glowing with a layer of light. It is not easy to collect such a large bowl of this special dew.

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 stopped.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand and made a move. A streamer of light flew out from the mouth of the gourd swallowing Xiaguang above it, and it fell into Yi Shuyuan's hand and turned into a book with a light blue cover.

The book hasn't been fully forged yet, but it has already taken shape. Yi Shuyuan doesn't use it to record any stories, but uses the book itself as a draft that is also related to his own way.

Using a folding fan to turn a pen into a pen without ink, unfolding the pages of the book to write on it, Yi Shuyuan gradually immersed his mind in it.

It's as if blurred outlines appear on the pages of the book, and this scene brings out the artistic conception, as if the surrounding environment blends with the artistic conception of heaven and earth, various pictures appear in the mind, there are people walking in the world, and there are also spells cast
A strange-looking mountain spirit appeared on the hillside in the distance. It was covered in blue, with a big belly, but it looked slender and skinny, with a single horn on its forehead, and a face with deep ravines. Showing a look of awe, he looked at the broken house in the distance.

About a quarter of an hour later, the mountain ghost used a piece of old bark to hold something, and cautiously approached the dilapidated house that seemed somewhat sacred to it, and crawled out of the house.

The dilapidated house was broken, and there were no doors, but the mountain ghost did not dare to enter, but carefully placed the old bark in the "indoor", and then immediately retreated away.

Yi Shuyuan didn't seem to notice it, until he was satisfied with the writing, he looked up at the door of the dilapidated house.

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

At this moment, in the bushes not far away, a mink raised its head. It still had a snake in its mouth, and the snake was still struggling to circle.

Hui Mian put down the snake and watched it scramble away.

"Let you go!"

After saying this, Hui Mian quickly ran back to Yi Shuyuan's place. When he got there, he didn't need Yi Shuyuan's consent, he just picked up a tuber-shaped thing and took a bite. sweet.

"Don't eat too much, I plan to use some to make wine, and this morning dew, I will leave it to you to collect more, how about using that gourd to collect it?"

"Lend it to me to play?"

Hui Mian was delighted when he heard it.

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

"Mmmmmmm!"

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

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

Or use bark, or use banana leaves, or use vines to weave a simple basket, not necessarily many times, but definitely carefully selected and cleaned every time.

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

The range is not large, and it has already shown obvious attenuation just a few tens of meters away from the dilapidated house. Since the mountain ghost was discovered, it has been cautiously on the edge trying to breathe out aura.

The mountain ghost also knew that it was absolutely impossible for the person who caused the spiritual energy to change without discovering it. He was grateful that the other party didn't drive it away, so he offered a meager reward.

On No.15, it was early morning again, and the mountain ghost carefully appeared outside the dilapidated house again holding a banana leaf full of things, but it seemed a little different today.

The person who has been sitting there without moving much is gone today.

"ho"

The mountain ghost let out a breath of white air, stood up straight and looked around with a slightly hunched body, but he didn't see that person or that mink.

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

The mountain ghost sniffed lightly, and a faint aroma of wine floated into his nose, and a strong longing suddenly rose in his heart.

It's just that the mountain ghost still didn't dare to touch the bowl of wine, until one day passed and the sky was getting dark, and other small animals were attracted by the scent and rushed into the dilapidated house.

Now the mountain ghost hiding aside immediately appeared.

"Ugh-"

The mountain ghost roared, and the mountain rat ran away in fright, and it came to the wine bowl again, and hesitantly picked up the white porcelain bowl and brought it to its mouth, then drank the wine.

A burning sensation went down the throat and entered the abdomen, the whole body was hot but not painful, and there was a faint black air on the body that was burned and expelled.

After a while, the mountain ghost woke up from the feeling of intoxication. It looked around, and then sat where Yi Shuyuan sat before, and it practiced here from now on.
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At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had already left Yanshan with Hui Mian.

Even if he wasn't a scholar rushing for the exam, how could he not visit Yi Shuyuan in the bustling Chengtian Mansion.

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

Take the official road, pass through the Weinan Pass at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and then walk for dozens of miles before finally arriving at the current capital of the Dayong court, Chengtianfu City.

Chengtianfu City is a rare majestic city in the world. Standing outside the city gate, Yi Shuyuan looked up. The height of the city wall alone is nine feet, and the bricks and stones on the wall are huge and tightly connected.

This design can basically eliminate the possibility of most martial arts masters leaping over with light work.

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

Although this direction is facing the direction of Yanshan Mountain, there are still an endless stream of people entering and leaving Chengtianfu City, but here, the way to check the directions has become a lot stricter.

For Yi Shuyuan, things like road guides have never been a problem, and obviously there is no room for accommodation here. He saw some people who couldn't find the road guide for a while, and passed the customs by stuffing a little money.

Once you enter the city, you will feel another feeling immediately, it is lively and busy, it is flourishing, and there is a lot of people everywhere.

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

Whether it's 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 amazement, and some Dayong people looked at the people in front of them with curiosity and amazement.

There was that oiran who paraded through the streets in a float, attracting countless bees and butterflies, which made Confucian scholars who came to Beijing to rush for the exam.

Not to mention that you can see some people who perform arts, set up stalls and dance guns, but these people often hide from the capital for inspections, and stage an ancient version of "Hiding Chengguan" from time to time.

Only a moment after entering the city, the prosperity of the capital is in front of Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

Not to mention Yi Shuyuan, even Hui Mian looked a little dumbfounded. Mingzhou City is already considered a big city, but if Mingzhou City is a gentle and beautiful ancient city, then the capital is a hot and prosperous world.

While Yi Shuyuan was walking around, the sound from a nearby restaurant caught his attention.

One person and one Diao looked around, and saw that in the lobby of the building, other seats in front of a table were full of people, and the crowd didn't speak, listening to the person holding the fan at the table talking vividly.

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

"By the way, the Kaiyang Grand Canal is nearly ten thousand miles away. In all the river temples, big and small, the statues have fallen down one after another. Everyone said that the Kaiyang River God has fallen."

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

After these few sentences, the end has come to an end. After the end, the storyteller happily bowed his hands to the crowd.

"Thank you for your face, thank you for your face!"

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

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

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

"There are already other storytellers making up stories so soon!"

Obviously, the collapse of the Wanli River God Statue is a hot topic. Although there is no Internet here, there is still a lot of enthusiasm. Many storytellers have already made up their own stories, and they have not yet decided on a high point.

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

Hearing Mr.'s exclamation, Hui Mian clicked his lips and said.

"Every one of them is messy and nonsense, and the storytelling skills are far worse than Mr.!"

Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan was very useful.

"That's natural. Sir, I'm not good at storytelling! Let's talk about books too, let's talk about the river god, and see who can speak well!"

(End of this chapter)