Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 166
It took a long time for Yi Shuyuan to come to his senses, and the indestructible is no longer important to him.

It is imperative to maintain this feeling of enlightenment at this moment.

Yi Shuyuan gradually fell to the side of the canal, flew directly into a woodland on the bank, and sat down on a big stone in the forest.

Slowly closing his eyes, Yi Shuyuan held the hilt of the sword, and laid the long sword out of the sheath in front of him.

"jingle jingle, jingle jingle"

At this moment, there is no wind and rain falling, and without the obstruction of the wind, the sound of raindrops hitting the sword is clearer, even with a rhythm.

Or, there is a rhythm in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

This is a clang like a golden horse and an iron horse!
The floating sword energy on the sword is faintly visible, which seems to correspond to Yi Shuyuan's state of mind at the moment.

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

But in the depths of the state of mind, all the artistic conception, heaven and earth disappeared, everything returned to darkness, and only I was 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 curled up at Yi Shuyuan's neckline, did not dare to show his air, for fear of disturbing his master's enlightenment.

"Dangdangdang~"

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

However, the long sword transformed by Yinchen was blurred in front of Yi Shuyuan, and a sword intent was like an invisible winter north wind, which scattered around and brought a windy chill, even Hui Mian couldn't help it. Yi Shuyuan shrinks inside his clothes.

"Dangdangdang~"

The string sounded again, and the supposedly solid blade of the Feixuan Sword twisted like flowing water, flying around Yi Shuyuan's head.

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

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

A song of spring wind and jade that Zhuo Qing taught before started, followed by a sonorous and powerful pipa melody, the long sword disappeared in an instant, leaving only the phantom and shadowy sword intent.

There are occasional light and shadows in the rain, as if the sun and the moon are refracted in the raindrops
Yi Shuyuan slowly opened his eyes, his sword intent was strong, but not free enough!

The Spring Breeze and Jade Song is more tactful and simple, and it is not difficult to play, but if you want to blend in with the sword intent and play the more difficult sword song, you will feel a little stiff in your fingers.

This time, what Yi Shuyuan was thinking about was not about swords, but about pipa tunes that could change and change tactfully or kill powerfully!
With a thought, Yi Shuyuan's body shape has changed into Mili again. At this moment, both the feeling of the rhythm, the sword intent in his heart and the external sword energy have all changed significantly.

This change may not be enhanced much, but it has become very clear, as if blending into it.

Yi Shuyuan raised Erlang's legs, put the pipa on his legs, and blended in the sword intent of hardness and softness in the most relaxed and comfortable posture.

"Dangdangdang~"

The string sounds again, and the sword moves according to the heart.
This is the track from the previous life!

In the next moment, as the fingertips twiddled the song deeply, the flying sword was like an illusion, like rain, and like invisible light and shadow, tactfully twirling outside but chilling and hidden in it.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, no matter the birds, animals or bugs in the vicinity seemed to be frozen there, even the flowers and trees seemed to fade away.

Yi Shuyuan's fingers flicked quickly on the strings like a fingertip dance, and his voice was sometimes moderate and sometimes hurried.

With Yi Shuyuan as the center, at this moment, it seems that only himself, his location, and the flying sword are left with color, and everything else is gray.

The speed of mana consumption seems to be faster than that of a pipa song, and the artistic conception is like a tsunami, while Yi Shuyuan sits firmly on the rock and remains motionless.

It's been a long time, the song is over.

That sword intent also gradually faded, and the colorfulness of the world resurfaced
"call"

Yi Shuyuan exhaled lightly, so hung up that he almost couldn't finish playing!
Fortunately, the pipa in Yi Shuyuan's hand turned back into a scabbard again, with the scabbard in his left hand standing upright, and a sword shadow fell from the sky.

With a sound of "Zheng~", the sword has been sheathed.

When Yi Shuyuan handed the sword to his right hand, the long sword had turned back into a folding fan in the light of the mist, and Yi Shuyuan had turned back into the storyteller's true colors again.

"Hey, not bad!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and said that he was not bad, not to mention how happy he was.

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

Hui Mian seemed to be even more excited than Yi Shuyuan, jumping on his shoulders and waving a pair of front paws continuously. It is indeed not very skilled, but its senses are extremely keen.

The feeling Hui Mian gave just now was very strange, the sword intent and the melody could not be distinguished at all.

Listening to the sound, it feels like a sword is pointing at it. With the change of the pitch and the continuous rapidity, it seems that I am completely surrounded by invisible chills, which become narrower and unavoidable.
Hui Mian knew that her husband would not hurt herself, so what if it was an enemy?
"Isn't it great? Mister will become more and more powerful in the future!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't hesitate to praise himself, and fanned the fan gently.

It was just at this time that Yi Shuyuan suddenly looked back. In the spring rain, the rock he sat on just now gradually turned into powder. If there were outsiders present, it would look as if it had been dissolved by the rain.

After thinking about it, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it, so Yi Shuyuan walked under a big tree in the forest, sat down against the trunk, and then took out his wine gourd.

He uncorked the bottle and looked inside, while Hui Mian stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and supported his hair to follow.

"Xuanji, does the taste in the Qiankun gourd not feel good?"

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 also a melting pot of horror. It seems that there are wines everywhere, but under the mixture of will, you can see the qi of Yin and Yang forging the five elements, and the real fire is raging and raging.
Xuan Ji seemed to be in the endless burning, the pain was so intense that she wanted to escape by death, but she seemed to have nowhere to focus in the big waves.

Although the mouth of the gourd was opened, Xuan Ji couldn't see it. Hearing Yi Shuyuan's voice at this moment, the painful and drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear.

Not a woman?

This voice is also very familiar!
It's him!

Xuan Ji suddenly remembered the scene in the mountains, and the two calm and mocking eyes overlapped in the memory.

"You are! Who are you? I have no grievances with you. Why do you treat me like this?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"No injustice or enmity? Which of the people you killed had a grudge against you?"

Before Xuanji could speak, Yi Shuyuan said again.

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

In fact, Yi Shuyuan doesn't need all the secrets of the cat demon, and cares more about that feeling, but from Xuanji's ears, he doesn't feel that way when he judges others by himself.

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

Hui Mian whispered beside Yi Shuyuan.

"Don't think about it!"

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

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

This statement would sound very strange to other people, and they would be killed if they said it, but to Xuan Ji, there was some hope. Death is certainly terrible, but she still has life, and being able to die is equivalent to escaping.

"Can I trust you?"

"What can I do? People in my immortal way are more credible than monsters like you, right? But the ugly thing is to say, now that you are in my magic weapon, I have the ability of synesthesia, so I can know if you are lying to me. "

Xuanji has no body at the moment, struggling in the gourd is completely transparent to Yi Shuyuan, and can feel her various unwilling emotions.

After a while, Xuan Ji spoke.

"But if I say it, it's hard for me to say it clearly?"

"It does appear to be so."

Without Xuanji's explanation, Yi Shuyuan already understood that what she said was not a lie.

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

Yi Shuyuan's understated voice fell, and it seemed that what was held in the gourd's hand was no longer a gourd, but a pill furnace.

boom.
The wine in the gourd seemed to turn into a hot flame.

"what--"

Xuan Ji immediately screamed, the pain was many times stronger than before.

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

"Meow-"

This kind of howling sound made Hui Mian's hair explode, and he huddled around Yi Shuyuan's neck and did not dare to move, but his mouth was still not to be outdone.

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

Yi Shuyuan didn't speak. This kind of refining method in the furnace is much slower than ordinary killing, and the gourd in his hand is like an extension of his mind and artistic conception. Everything in it is clear in his mind, including the change of the cat demon's aura.

Furthermore, in this case, if the cat demon really had the possibility of escaping from the gourd after death, then Yi Shuyuan could quickly stop refining.

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

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

Having said that, the miserable howl of the cat demon has become weak, and it is naturally impossible to swear.
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During this period of time, apart from the bustard of Yunxiang Pavilion in the Thirteenth Floor Square, the one who was depressed was probably the Emperor Dayong.

Now Tan Yuanshang is in the imperial study, chatting with the emperor who had a rare leisure time.

"Oh, after listening to the book that night, this Mr. Yi actually disappeared, there shouldn't be such a question."

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

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

Tan Yuanshang was drinking tea and eating cakes on a chair beside him, when he heard this he couldn't help interjecting.

"Your Majesty, please stop moaning."

Sighing is useless.

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

"These imperial bodyguards are masters, all of them are full of wine bags and rice bags, and even a storyteller can't stand it!"

Tan Yuanshang glanced at Zhang Liangxi who was on the side. The latter smiled and said nothing, so he could only speak by himself.

"Your Majesty, calm down. You let them watch secretly, and you don't allow them to show up to stop you. Moreover, Mr. Yi has a friend with superb martial arts like Long Feiyang. It is really not easy to keep an eye on him."

As soon as Long Feiyang was mentioned, Zhang Liangxi also pondered in his heart. He had never heard of such a person in the world, but this person's martial arts were absolutely superb.

However, such a master did not disrespect Dayong's government and the public, otherwise Yi Shuyuan would not have asked Tan Yuanshang for help.

When the emperor heard Tan Yuanshang mentioning the name, he also smiled.

"A romantic figure in the world, Mr. Yi's friends are indeed very extraordinary."

The emperor's sense of Long Feiyang was not bad, and the reason was similar to what Zhang Liangxi had in mind.

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

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

What you can't get is always the best, and this principle applies to everything, so that the emperor's expectations for this year's imperial examination are also a little weaker.

(End of this chapter)