Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 84
Yi Shuyuan was a little dazed watching it, and murmured after a long time.

"Faster than expected"

Hui Mian on the shoulder no longer competes with the bird on the tree now, it also noticed Yi Shuyuan's eyes, and followed his line of sight to see the rock in the stream.

He didn't notice it just now, but after careful observation now, Hui Mian gradually realized that this stone is a treasure.

It seems that Mr. came here for this stone.

"Master Yi?"

A slightly surprised voice came from behind Yi Shuyuan. Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Shuyuan turned around and cupped his hands towards the visitor.

A smile appeared on Yi Shuyuan's face.

"Mister, long time no see!"

The person who came was the old man who transformed into a tea shed to entertain Yi Shuyuan during the mountain rain, that is, the person transformed by that ancient pine tree.

The old man was a little dazed, he didn't find Yi Shuyuan here when he came just now.

After returning for a salute, the old man took a step closer, looked Yi Shuyuan up and down carefully, and then looked into the stream.

"Mr. Yi is very human. The mountain god said that dolls have their own good fortune. It seems that it has something to do with you!"

As the old man said so, he also noticed the little mink on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, and the latter became nervous all of a sudden, shrinking on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and not daring to move.

As for Yi Shuyuan's glimmer of life, Huang Hongchuan didn't discuss it with anyone else except the already known Chenghuang of Yuanjiang County.

Even this old pine in the mountain only knows that although the baby is dead, there are other good fortunes, so he only knows one thing but not the other.

"You can say that."

Yi Shuyuan didn't see outside as he said, squatting down, first rolled up the sleeves of both hands, and then blocked the clear spring dripping from the top of the small yellow stone with his left hand. Dab lightly on the hollows of the rocks.

Immediately, the black color that was originally exposed disappeared into the stone, and the aura and mist surrounding the rock gradually disappeared.

Yi Shuyuan originally had his own unique views on the trick of blinding the eyes, but now Xianji Yicheng is even more different, with the display of mana, he thinks that this hand is still traceable.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan shook his hands and stood up.

"Yi has a lot of questions and wants to ask the old gentleman. I wonder if it's convenient for the old gentleman?"

The old man stared blankly at the scene in front of him, of course he couldn't say no.

"Nature is convenient!"

"Is it convenient for you to add me?"

A voice came from the other side, and Yi Shuyuan and the old man all turned to look over.

"Huang Gong!" "Master Mountain God!"

Huang Hongchuan was still dressed as a woodcutter, and even carried a load of firewood.

"The old pine man came to see the change of the doll again?"

In fact, Huang Hongchuan knew that although the old pine cared a little for the doll, he was more surprised by the magic of good fortune.

So when Lao Song discovered the changes in the mountains and rocks, he came here almost every day to watch the slightest changes.

In the process of Mo Ling gradually forming, it is also a process of gathering vitality along the way of heaven and earth.

Huang Hongchuan only glanced at the rocks, and knew that Yi Shuyuan had moved his hands and feet, and then looked at Yi Shuyuan's shoulders, this little mink was quite agile.

"Mr. Yi has good means, but even if you don't make a move today, I will eliminate the influence here after a while, otherwise it will become more and more conspicuous."

With that said, Huang Hongchuan looked at Shanshi again.

"According to the current changes, I'm afraid it won't take a year!"

"Although I said that the doll still had a ray of life, I felt a little bit uneasy, but seeing this situation now, I feel a lot more at ease!"

Huang Hongchuan's voice was full of emotion and joy.

Not to mention one's own pursuit of the Tao, but in terms of emotions alone, every plant and tree in the mountains, especially sentient beings, are considered to be looked after by the mountain gods.

Huang Hongchuan is as happy as an elder that the doll can have a chance of life.

"Meteor is Mo Ling, Cheng is Mo Ling!"

Yi Shuyuan took Huang Hongchuan's words seriously.

Although the doll was smashed by the sky thunder because of that little ink, but it also saved a glimmer of life because of that little ink and the beauty of the mountain itself.

If the deduction in Yi Shuyuan's mind can be done, conservatively speaking, Doll's path of cultivation in the future will at least not be worse than before.

It is an exaggeration to say that compared with Yi Shuyuan himself, it can be said that the baby has a bright future.

"It's only half done, I'll wait and wait patiently!"

Lao Song stood aside and didn't know what kind of charades Yi Shuyuan and Huang Hongchuan were playing, but seeing the doll's transformation from death to life, it might be due to the work of good fortune.

In the mountain rain that day, he didn't realize that this person turned out to be an expert.

It's really a real person who doesn't show his likeness!

Lao Song couldn't help feeling anxious, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only speak sincerely and helplessly.

"Lord Mountain God, Mr. Yi, why don't you brew a pot of green tea for this old man, and let's chat while drinking? It also solves the doubts in the old man's heart, it really makes my heart scratch like a scratch!"

This will change Lao Song's name for Yi Shuyuan.

But Yi Shuyuan was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Huang Hongchuan. He saw Lao Song came here to see the doll, so he naturally thought that the other party already knew about it.

"Huang Gong didn't tell the old man?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled "hehe".

"How dare you tell others about this matter? If you miss the baby's life because of this, then Huang will be guilty of a serious crime. Besides, it's better that few people know about this matter. Of course, Song Weng is indeed not an outsider."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, understanding what Huang Hongchuan meant, and then apologized to Lao Song with a smile.

"If you want to blame the old man, you can blame Huang Gong. Yi Moufei deliberately played riddles."

Lao Song heaved a sigh of relief, it didn't matter if he wanted to hide it from him on purpose, and then he waved his sleeves, and a tea table and futon appeared on the big rock by the stream, with teapots and porcelain cups on the table.

"Then, sir, let's clear up your doubts while drinking tea."

Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up slightly, he was very tempted to hear Hui Mian's technique of receiving objects before, and he also wanted to learn Lao Song's trick!

The three of them sat down by the tea table, and Hui Mian jumped from Yi Shuyuan's shoulder to the table.

After being nervous on one side for so long, now Hui Mian finally understands that the master is amazing, a mountain god and a tree demon are all very polite.

It seemed that the relationship was good, but Hui Mian didn't care so much when he relaxed.

"As for me, there are only three teacups, what about me?"

Don't take my young master as a monster, I followed Mr.

"Ok?"

Lao Song and the mountain god all looked at this little mink, they were startled, it turned out to be a demon cultivator who had refined his bones?

When the two met for the first time just now, they both thought that the little mink was an animal with some spiritual energy, maybe it was about to give birth to spiritual wisdom, but they didn't expect to be able to speak human words!

During the time Hui Mian was by Yi Shuyuan's side, his other abilities did not grow, but the superficial demonic energy was washed away by the special spiritual energy that Yi Shuyuan attracted during his cultivation.

"Uh, hahahaha, okay, let's add another teacup!"

Lao Song flicked his sleeve, and another cup flew out of it.

Yi Shuyuan patted Hui Mian's head lightly, telling him not to be too arrogant.

But Yi Shuyuan also knew that this little guy was very smart.

After being patted by Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian didn't say much, and held the teacup to the side of Yi Shuyuan's cup, waiting for someone to pour tea for it.
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The three of them sat down by the stream, and they didn't talk about the baby's reincarnation first, nor did they talk about other matters of practice.

Yi Shuyuan threw stones to ask for directions, and first talked about the Yuezhou Martial Arts Conference.

This event is considered to be a rare event in Yuezhou, even Huang Hongchuan and Pine Weng in Kuonan Mountain know about it.

Even though these two never went to Yuezhou City to see the martial arts conference, they would run to Kuo Nan Mountain if they couldn't stand it.

"These people, the masters of Xun Xiantian, were stunned by the magic. Earlier, they ran into the mountains wave after wave, making people unclean."

Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Let's just assume that they are here for an outing, but when it comes to the martial arts conference, I have to mention the picture of mountains, rivers and fairy furnaces. I wonder if the two of you have any opinions on this picture?"

Hui Mian touched his neck subconsciously, while Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"What kind of insights can you have? Famous ancient paintings are being fought over by others."

Lao Song spoke now.

"This picture of mountains, rivers and fairy furnaces must be extremely extraordinary. If it weren't for the special circumstances this time, I would have wanted to see it. This painting was made by a painter in the period of Emperor Gaowu of Xiyuan, and it is more than 700 years ago."

"Oh? Songweng knows the origin of this painting?"

Yi Shuyuan came to the spirit all of a sudden, painted by a fairy 700 years ago?
Since Yi Shuyuan was interested, Lao Song sat up straighter and spoke after considering it.

"Many people have seen this painting. During Emperor Gaowu's period, this painting was given to Marshal Beiheng. This person cherished this painting very much. He wanted to search all over thousands of mountains to find the scene in the painting."

Speaking of this, Lao Song seemed to be lost in memory.

"He once brought this painting to Kuo Nan Mountain, and the old man also received him at that time, and it has been more than 300 years in a flash."

300 years ago?
Huang Hongchuan just listened, then he would not be the God of Kuonan Mountain.

Yi Shuyuan asked.

"Then did he find it?"

Lao Song shook his head.

"It should have failed to fulfill his wish. In his later years, he was involved in the turmoil between the government and the public, and his home was confiscated. This painting returned to the hands of the Dayong royal family."

Huang Hongchuan also showed some interest.

"Then according to Ong Song, why is this painting extraordinary?"

The old man looked in the direction of Yuezhou City, which was invisible to his eyes.

"As the saying goes, Daoist paper is a hundred years old, and silk is preserved for eight hundred years. This painting has not been damaged for a long time. There must be a painter's spirit in the painting, and it is not ordinary!"

Yi Shuyuan was stunned, but obviously Lao Song couldn't see the real fairy charm in the painting, but he didn't intend to take out the painting to show off.

(End of this chapter)