Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 270
Shi Sheng not only pleases his family and Yi Shuyuan, but also Jiang Lang.

But this time, Jiang Lang and Shi Sheng felt awkward staying together for a while. Although he really wanted to ask about Yi Shuyuan's recent situation, he still found an excuse to leave first.

"You guys have some pastries first, I'll go and arrange the affairs of the palace, and we'll have a delicious dinner later!"

Hui Mian's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked.

"What to eat?"

Jiang Lang smiled and pointed in a direction.

"Let's go to Wanghu Tower!"

"Hahaha, that's great, Shi Sheng hasn't tasted it yet!"

Hearing about eating delicious food, and seeing Hui Mian's excited appearance, Shi's angry mood eased a little, and his reverie about delicious food drew some attention.

After Jiang Lang nodded with a smile, he stepped away from the inner pavilion temporarily and walked towards the palace on one side.

After walking away for dozens of steps, he looked back at the frolicking people and ferrets in the pavilion, and then Jiang Lang continued to move forward. He raised his head slightly with a frown, and looked at the shimmering water surface through the palace barrier.

Jiang Lang didn't just read nonsense novels. A demon cultivator of his level and status would naturally read other books as well.

The influence of humanity is often reflected in these aspects, and naturally there will be some thinking about public order and conscience.

If it wasn't Shi Sheng who caused the trouble, but just an ordinary child, then...
Thinking of this, Jiang Lang smiled and shook his head again, muttering to himself.

"What are you thinking, how can ordinary children be able to beat dragons, how can they have such treasures as Hot Wheels and Qiankun Circle?"

Having said that, Jiang Lang knew that this was just an excuse. The "little miscellaneous hair" in his impression appeared in his mind, and he thought of his grandfather's appearance.

"This little bastard is a disgrace to our Dragon Clan!"

Jiang Lang gritted his teeth slightly, but then again, no matter how unbearable and useless he is, and no matter how hard he has practiced, that little bastard is also a dragon after all.

And it was born of a real dragon girl, born as a dragon, standing at the top of many aquarium cultivators, not to mention resources, talent is definitely not bad.

Shi Sheng was a child in the true sense, even if he started practicing in the womb for only six years, how could he almost beat that guy to death?
On the one hand, the speed of cultivation and improvement is definitely not bad, and Lao Yi's apprentices will definitely be extraordinary, but more should be the work of treasures!
Hot Wheels?Qiankun Circle?
This guy Lao Yi's method of refining treasures is so powerful, it's so exaggerated to just give any treasure to his disciples?

Well, Shi Sheng is Lao Yi's most precious disciple, and it shouldn't be a magic weapon given casually.
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"The dishes are here~~~~"

The restaurant clerk yelled loudly and went upstairs with a tray. In the private room on the third floor of Wanghu Building, he put down a few plates of signature dishes and exchanged a few words before leaving.

The table by the window was already filled with dishes from Wanghulou, Shi Sheng and Hui Mian looked at the table full of dishes, their eyes lit up.

"A lot of delicious food!" "It's all hard food!"

After staying in the Heavenly Demon Tribulation for a year, the local folk customs are simple and the environment is beautiful, but how could it be possible to cook dishes prepared by master chefs like Wanghulou.

Seeing the excitement of one man and one mink, Jiang Lang couldn't help but sighed and shook his head.

Alas, it seems that Lao Yi did not live a good life.

"Eat, eat, eat as much as you want today, you are welcome! By the way, Shi Sheng, please show me the Qiankun circle, and I will see if there is any aura that has not been eliminated."

Shi Sheng didn't say anything, just took off the collar and handed it to Jiang Lang, and then started happily with Hui Mian.

As soon as he got the Qiankun circle, Jiang Lang felt his palm sink slightly. This thing felt like an ordinary gold collar, without any trace of immortality or brilliance, and naturally there was no dragon breath left.

Jiang Lang closed his eyes, stretched out his index finger and flicked hard on the collar.

"Om~~~"

The collar in his hand vibrated slightly, and in the depths of Jiang Lang's mind, there suddenly appeared a feeling of water and fire entangled with yin and yang.

"This thing is amazing"

"That's right, Qiankun Circle and Fenghuolun were born after a long history, and they have been refined for a long time in Master's Douzhuan Qiankun Furnace!"

"Turn the Furnace of Heaven and Earth?"

Jiang Lang immediately became interested, he had never heard of this name before, Shi Sheng was busy gnawing on a big chicken drumstick, and he answered in the midst of his busy schedule.

"Mr.'s immortal alchemy furnace gathers the energy of yin and yang, combines the number of heaven and earth, and absorbs the beauty of heaven and earth. It can transfer the wonderful universe into the alchemy. It is a furnace for fighting and turning the universe."

"Can alchemy?"

"can!"

Shi Sheng and Hui Mian are soft-spoken, and although it is impossible to talk about these things in normal times, it is definitely no problem to talk about them in front of Jiang Lang.

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. Why do you feel that you have experienced a lot? Why did Lao Yi go?"

Jiang Lang was a little surprised. Of course, such things as pill furnaces probably existed in the first place, and Hui Mian was already shrewd, but even Shi Sheng had grown up a lot relatively.

I still remember that when Shi Sheng came to Changfeng Lake, he only knew how to ride big fish.

"Well, it's inconvenient to talk about it. In short, Master went to help fellow Taoists, and it's not over yet!"

"Oh, you guys don't leave before he comes back, wait until he comes to pick you up and go together!"

Jiang Lang thought he could have a face-to-face meeting with Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian immediately agreed.

"That's great, I want to eat Wanghulou's dishes every day!"

"Hahahaha, Xiaoyi, if you like it, it won't be a problem to take over the entire Wanghu Tower!"

Jiang Lang's net worth may not be comparable to some old dragons, but as the Dragon King of Changfeng Lake, he is also very wealthy.

Shi Sheng shook his head.

"No, no, I have to go home. I haven't seen my parents for a long time. Senior Jiang, don't worry about Master not coming. He asked me to come to you. He will definitely come when he is free."

"That's right! Then stay for a while, let's stay for a month or two. That's it. Otherwise, I don't feel at ease if you go out now!"

Jiang Lang put the Qiankun trap back on Shi Sheng's neck, picked up his chopsticks and ate a mouthful of vegetables.

Shi Sheng frowned, but still didn't say anything.

"The days of being the Dragon King are actually quite boring"

Hui Mian and Shi Sheng both looked at Jiang Lang when they heard the words, Shi Sheng was just curious, but Hui Mian understood somewhat.

After all, the years of practice are rushing. In fact, most of the time, except for studying and improving, they are spent in peace and boredom. For the Dragon Clan, especially the Dragon King like Jiang Lang, it is more comfortable and boring.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Lang continued quietly.

"Hey, that means more and more subordinates, stronger and stronger mana, more and more incense, more and more powerful, tsk tsk, it's boring."

You're fucking showing off!
Hui Mian felt that he had wasted his feelings, and he would never empathize with Jiang Lang again, so he gnawed hard on the ribs in front of him.

"However, when it comes to incense, under the influence of my Changfeng Lake Dragon King Temple, Yi Xianzun's incense is also extremely prosperous. How does Lao Yi feel?"

Hui Mian and Shi Sheng were stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that Yi Shuyuan had a body sculpted as an offering in the temple.

"No." "I haven't heard Mr. mention it."

"The immortal is really free and easy, he doesn't want any incense!"

As Jiang Lang spoke, he couldn't help but think of Yi Shuyuan's previous works, including the refining of "Shanhe Sheji Tu", and the scene where Xianyin's Yujian beheaded the Beimang Demon King, and he even looked at the collar around Shi Sheng's neck.

Although he is inseparable with Lao Yi, apart from his character and conduct, it seems that he himself has always been as elusive as a mystery.

Perhaps after cultivating to the level of Lao Yi, it is true that incense is useless, such external forces are rarely sought in the immortal way, the immortal way is difficult to achieve, but success is extraordinary.
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During the Qingming Festival, there was a lot of rain, and Shi Sheng and Hui Mian, who had bid farewell to Jiang Lang until this time, finally returned to the border of Mingzhou in a light rain.

As soon as he arrived here, Shi Sheng's mood became slightly agitated. He didn't enter through the gate, but directly fell into the backyard, where Mrs. Mo was arranging a small dress in the pavilion.

Although the child is not around, the mother is always concerned about it.

"mother!"

Madam Mo was stunned by the call, and the maid on the side subconsciously looked around.

"Did you hear Shi Sheng's voice just now?" "Ma'am, I heard it too!"

Mrs. Mo's spirit lifted, was it not her own illusion?
"Mother, I'm here, outside the pavilion, in the sky!"

Mrs. Mo stood up at once, and ran out of the pavilion together with the maid, looked up to the sky to search, but saw a child standing in the air on two wheels wrapped in flames at a height of three feet.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Shi Sheng!

"Look, mother, I can fly!"

"Shisheng."

Mrs. Mo's open lips trembled slightly, and only the child remained in her eyes.

"Come down, come down!"

Shi Sheng put away the Hot Wheels and jumped directly from above. Mrs. Mo and the servant girl were frightened and rushed to pick it up, but Shi Sheng fell into his mother's arms without much impact.

"Mother!"

"Ah, ah, why are you so cruel, you haven't heard from me for so long, and you haven't come to see me as a mother for so long"

Mrs. Mo hugged Shi Sheng tightly, and began to cry as she spoke.

"Mother, don't cry, don't cry."

"Madam, the young master is back, I will inform the master and old lady!"

"Well, go and go!"

The servant girl left in a hurry, but a gray shadow beside him was faster, this place should be reserved for the mother and son who meet, Hui Mian wants to find Qi Zhongbin to see if he is still in Mingzhou.
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At this time, on the edge of Tiandou Mountain, a piece of cloud with a breeze fell here.

The haze dissipated, and a figure appeared among them. It was Yi Shuyuan who had just left from Yuncui Mountain. He helped Gongsun Yin deduce the magic method. As for how to practice in the future and how to find that person, it depends on the popularity of the person. Law.

This time Yi Shuyuan looked around Tiandou Mountain, only felt that the mountain was steep and beautiful, and couldn't help admiring it.

Great place!

Yi Shuyuan already knew where the man was, but he was not in a hurry to find it, instead he walked in the mountains and forests
During the Ching Ming season, the mountains are already full of emerald green, and some flowers are blooming brightly, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is everywhere.

Yi Shuyuan walked in the forest without showing the slightest aura, let alone any aura, just like a Confucian scholar visiting the mountains, his footsteps finally stopped by a stream.

There is a group of birds chirping on the side of the creek, and one of them is very familiar to Yi Shuyuan. It is the kind of thrush that he saw on Kuonan Mountain back then. Visibility.

Yi Shuyuan just stood under the tree by the stream, watching the birds singing on the tree.

This season seems to be the breeding season for this kind of bird. There is a bird's nest in the tree, even if it cannot be seen directly with the naked eye, but Yi Shuyuan's spiritual sense senses that the chicks are pecking their shells, which seems to attract the adult birds to cheer.

Yi Shuyuan seems to have become a sculpture, watching the bird breaking its shell, watching the bird flapping its wings, watching the feeding, watching the frolicking
This station lasts for several days, and it seems to be in harmony with the mountains and rivers.

During this period, no birds or beasts disturbed him, and even a mountain leopard came to drink water and passed Yi Shuyuan directly, as if it was a tree.

Seven days later, Yi Shuyuan lowered his head, and then a smile appeared on his face.

His two hands swayed lightly, as if a child was learning how a bird flaps its wings.

But just for a moment, Yi Shuyuan's figure shrank in the faint streamer, his clothes turned into feathers, his feet and beaks stretched out one after another, and his flapping hands also turned into wings.

A nimble thrush flapped its wings and appeared above the creek.

(End of this chapter)