Yi Shuyuan subconsciously looked around and then looked at the sky, but there was no trace of ghosts and gods, and there was no immortal and demonic atmosphere.

It's just that the wind is slow, and the grass and trees move slightly.

This painting actually came by itself?

"Hey, it's still mine, it's just such a big painting, it's not easy to hide"

"I, I, sir, leave it to me!"

The excited Gray Mian jumped on Yi Shuyuan's shoulders and recommended himself.

"I'll hide!"

Yi Shuyuan rolled up the scroll little by little, and then handed it to Xiao Mink, who carefully hugged the front end with both paws, and then slammed the fluff under his neck.

That handful of hair was like a bottomless pit hidden in it, and the long picture scroll was sent into the fluff, and Yi Shuyuan was amazed to see it.

There was a funny smile on the gray fluffy face, and Yi Shuyuan's trust made it happier than seeing the painting come.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Yi Shuyuan asked, and Gray Mian immediately showed up.

"This is the art of Nazang, I'm much more powerful than ordinary monsters, and some like to swallow it in my stomach!"

"Oh, that's amazing, can you tell me more?"

"Hahaha, does Mr. also think it's amazing? Let me tell you, my days of cultivation are not short, and I have all the skills that I can polish well, such as this Tibetan technique."

Yi Shuyuan walked and talked at the same time, one spoke wildly, and the other listened very seriously.

At a certain moment, Gray Mian accidentally looked around, and then found that before he knew it, he had followed Yi Shuyuan to the sky, flying on a fresh wind.

"Ahh——,h

The little mink screamed on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, obviously this monster had never flown before.

Yi Shuyuan could understand the mood of this little guy, and he was also very excited when he flew for the first time.

It's just that what Yi Shuyuan didn't know was that Gray Mian was not only excited, but even more excited that Yi Shuyuan flew away with him, the martial arts conference was over, and he didn't drive it away.

"Fly—I'll be able to attain the Dao—"

Gray Mian's claws waved wildly in the air, and his two hind paws clutched the clothes on Yi Shuyuan's shoulders.

Have you attained the Tao of Practice?

Yi Shuyuan looked back at the still bright lights in Yuezhou City at the moment, and then looked at the sky in the distance, he also believed that he could cultivate the Tao.

Compared with Yi Shuyuan and Gray Mian's ease, there is chaos in Yuezhou City.

When the warriors of Qingzhou chased out the residential square, they also brought the news out, and the mountain and river immortal furnace map was blown to the sky by the wind.

Whether they are in a hurry, joining in the fun, or greedy, men and women, young and old, do not know how many warriors follow them, and they don't know how many heads look at the sky.

At first, there were paintings that could be seen floating in the sky, but the back was a small dot.

Later, the picture scroll has completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.

But countless warriors and even the people of Yuezhou City are still looking around, and many people are looking outside the city.

Is this true or false?

If it is fake, there are many warriors who have seen it with their own eyes, even if most of the people seen at close range are Qingzhou people, it is impossible for everyone to act so realistically, even remorse and greed are vividly played.

If it's true, a group of warriors, and even the younger generation of the world's firsts, are there, but let the painting be blown away by the wind?

Some people are gradually spreading that this mountain and river immortal furnace is an extraordinary work, but the immortals have taken it back.

There are also rumors that the innate predecessor has entered the Tao with martial arts and become a person among the immortals, he pointed out Mai Lingfei and turned into a heavenly wind to take away the painting.

All kinds of bizarre rumors and all kinds of stories have put a layer of mystery on the entire Yuezhou Martial Arts Conference-

Yi Shuyuan did not go back to the county government directly with Ash Mian, but returned to Xihe Village, nearly 30 acres of land, and the Yi family could not have planted it in just two days.

Yi Shuyuan came back to help, which accelerated the progress of the Yi family's rice planting a lot.

And the little mink that always appeared next to Yi Shuyuan successfully aroused Bao's curiosity, always trying to catch it but always unable to get it.

When I arrived in the village, everything in the martial arts conference seemed to be far away.

Ah Fei didn't come to disturb, and Yi Shuyuan didn't take the initiative to find out if the conference had dispersed, just focused on the acres of fields in the mango planting season.

Finally, after another four days, the Yi family's field was finally planted.

"Whew"

Yi Shuyuan let out a long breath, washed his hands with muddy water from the rice field, and then straightened up, and Yi Yongan was only left in the last few columns.

At the teapot and tea bowl on the ridge, Ash Mian leaned over there to rest, watching the teapot not let some insects such as mole crickets and leeches approach.

Suddenly, Gray Mian opened his eyes and found a nasty guy running over from the other side of the ridge.

"Hahahaha, here, let me touch you"

Ah Baoxing rushed over and went straight to the mink on the side of the teapot, but apparently the latter moved faster and jumped away in a few clicks.

"Don't run—"

"Bao, stop chasing, be careful of falling!"

"Don't run, don't run—"

Apparently Po didn't listen at all.

The gray man over there had already run away, and he stood up on his hind feet and tail, looking at the children over there.

Hmph, if it weren't for Mr.'s nephew, look at me and give you some color, and when you go to bed at night, sprinkle some water on your buttocks!

After imagining this, Gray Mian immediately ran again, and the children of this village ran so fast on the ridge that they had caught up in a moment.

In the field, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan had also straightened up, scooping water with their hands and rubbing their hands with the water under their feet.

"It's all planted, and this year is much easier than usual!"

"There will be a good harvest."

"Brother is right, there will be a good harvest this year!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the Kuonan Mountain in the distance and said to Yi Baokang.

"I'll go to the mountains in a while, and if I don't get back before dark, I don't have to prepare my dinner, and I don't have to worry."

Yi Yong'an, who was sitting on the ridge and washing his feet, asked.

"Uncle, will you come back at night?"

"I'm back."

Yi Shuyuan said that he had already walked to the side, stepped on the ridge, scooped up and scrubbed his calves with the water in the ditch, and then put on his shoes and walked along the ridge.

Everywhere along the ridges are rice fields, and in addition to the farmers who work, there are also many wild birds such as egrets and ducks.

"Bang la la lah."

A waterfowl was startled, flapping its white wings and scattering into the sky, and a small mink rushed from there and jumped onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the back, where Ah Bao was looking around with a few children near the paddy field.

"These stinky boys want to catch me? Hum! ”

"You're amazing!"

Yi Shuyuan praised him, and Gray Mian was happy, and then hurriedly asked.

"Sir, are we going home for dinner?"

"Don't go back, go to Koonan Mountain!"

"Huh?"

Gray Mian's heart suddenly tightened, did he want to send me up the mountain? Sir don't want me anymore? No way.

"Uh, sir, I don't really want to go, I want to play with Po"

Gray reluctantly probed, Yi Shuyuan didn't know what it was thinking, didn't he hate these children just now?

"It's okay, then stay here with them."

As soon as Yi Shuyuan finished saying this, he found that a small mink's head was shaking like a rattle.

"No, no, no, it's important to accompany Mr. up the mountain!"

Yi Shuyuan saw the contrast in emotions before and after Gray Mian, and seemed to sense something, this guy, he wouldn't think I wanted to lose it just now, right?

However, Yi Shuyuan did not say anything, and quickly stepped on the road in the village from the field, put on his shoes and walked in the direction of Beishan.

Along the way, people in Xihe Village saw Yi Shuyuan, and they greeted everyone who could recognize it, and they would take a few more glances if they couldn't recognize it, wondering who this scholar was.

Until he left Xihe Village, Yi Shuyuan's already brisk steps became more brisk.

——

When Yi Shuyuan came to Shannangang, a piece of red came into view.

In front of the tomb of the second elder of the Yi family, or the large area of Shannangang, it is already full of conspicuous azaleas at this moment, and the mountain peaks are red.

The bees and butterflies were busy among the flowers, and Yi Shuyuan walked slowly along the mountain road, which also attracted the fragrance of flowers and butterflies.

Gray Mian stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, his claws kept waving to catch the butterfly, but he didn't want to get off Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, and he had a lot of fun there.

Since the tomb was surrounded by flowers, Yi Shuyuan didn't need to weed, and after standing on the south hill of this mountain for a while, he walked leisurely towards the stream.

Soon, at the location of the spring water, Yi Shuyuan stopped, and his face showed joy.

A few thrushes are always singing to the beat of the trees by the stream, as if they are singing to the beat of the spring.

After seeing Yi Shuyuan or the mink on his shoulder, the birds in the treetops were a little excited, jumping around and chirping.

"What's it called!"

Gray Mian spoke directly, and the birds in the trees seemed to be frightened, and their voices were gone, all staring down.

Yi Shuyuan looked up at the bird on the branch by the stream, as if trying to distinguish the one he had seen first.

Finally, Yi Shuyuan's gaze stopped at a thrush jumping around, and he looked at it for a while before looking down at the stream.

The ink-dyed yellowstone in the stream is still in place.

It's just that compared to the beginning, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes at this moment, there is a faint mist around the stone, and the spirit is natural, which affects the nearby aura even more.

This also proves the accuracy of Yi Shuyuan's previous judgment.

And in the depression in the middle of the rock, the ink marks that were originally painted have changed.

Although there is still a distance from having both god and form, the ink marks at this moment are no longer spread out, but have a faint appearance of a little loach.

(End of chapter)