This time, Yi Shuyuan was extremely consumed, and his body had an unprecedented sense of exhaustion.

In this state, the mountains and rivers appeared in the inner scene, and some of the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have been summoned in some way and began to converge into the library.

First near the yaya of Yuanjiang County, and then quickly spread to the entire county.

Later, it continued to extend to the periphery, south of the Ejiang River, and even in the Kuonan Mountains north of the county seat, there was a steady stream of spiritual energy like flowing water converging to the low-lying area, constantly gathering towards a certain place in the Yuanjiang County Ya.

These auras are only wide in range, but not in large quantities, and even not very fast, but they are extremely active.

It is like wisps of clear spring gradually converging on the side of the county government library in the beating, and at this time the aura is already very considerable.

It is also like living water rushing to merge into the dried fish soup, and the surrounding aura is also constantly integrated into Yi Shuyuan's body with its own active aura.

The ruler on the table slowly fell from the air, landed on the table, fell to Yi Shuyuan's hand, touched his fingertips, and also absorbed the aura that made it active.

Gray Mian didn't dare to get too close to the ruler, so he could only change to another position next to Yi Shuyuan.

In Yi Shuyuan's own unconscious state, everything around him seemed more natural and delicate than in the past, like a thin spring rain moisturizing things silently.

Only Xiang Changqing, the city god of Yuanjiang County, who was closer to Yi Shuyuan, gradually discovered something, and only felt that the aura of the entire Yuanjiang County had become active and abnormal.

In this case, as long as you pay attention to the Yuanjiang County Ya, you can quickly find the clues.

Although he didn't know what Yi Shuyuan was doing, although he was surprised by this state of aura, and although he was extremely curious in his heart, it was obviously impossible for Xiang Changqing to disturb him.

Around dawn, Yi Shuyuan woke up naturally as if he had slept normally all night.

The first thing Yi Shuyuan did when he opened his eyes was to immediately look around him, saw the sleeping mink, and immediately found the ruler at hand.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the ruler with joy, and couldn't put it down in his hand, and he could feel a certain echo between the things touched by his fingertips.

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahahaha

Yi Shuyuan laughed heartily, he can be regarded as a magic weapon, right?

Looking at the two fingers in his hand that are half wide but more than a palm long, this standard of the same standard is slightly different and slightly slender.

But a delicate and agile aura was extremely obvious, at least in front of Yi Shuyuan.

"Good baby, haha, good baby! In the future, you will follow me to travel all over the world, hahahaha-"

Gray Mian was awakened, and when he saw Yi Shuyuan laughing, he suddenly breathed a big sigh of relief.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Very good!"

After playing with the ruler for a long time, Yi Shuyuan eased his excitement, and looked at the remaining ebony on the table, this wood is so extraordinary, the remaining half naturally cannot be wasted.

Yi Shuyuan felt that since he could make a fu ruler by himself, then there was a folding fan that he might not be able to do by himself, but he didn't know if his way was considered a refining tool?

Yi Shuyuan, the orthodox refining technique of the Immortal Dao magic weapon, was not clear.

However, I had discussed it before when I was communicating with a god and a demon in the mountains.

Sometimes the Shinto vessel is made of the power of the wish with the golden body, and some are refined by the power of mana and incense.

The refining artifacts of the genus of the spirit demon are often related to their own origin, or they simply cultivate a part of their own body.

The way in which various magic artifacts and treasures are born is not static.

Some are born to be treasures, some are slowly achieved in the long river of time, of course, there are also artificial refining, and even mortal artifacts have pregnant spirits as treasures, it can be said that there are various coincidences in it.

And with the fuqi jade in his hand, Yi Shuyuan has true knowledge in practice.

Yi Shuyuan believes that although there must be many mysteries in the Immortal Dao Refinery, the Immortal Dao Refining Weapon is not complicated in the final analysis.

The origin of the law is in people, not things, and the root of treasures is the process of being impregnated by the master's spirituality.

Theoretically, if there really is a person who is extremely immortal and extremely out of the world, even if it is an ordinary thing that has been with him for a long time, it will gradually give birth to spirituality.

Thinking so, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand, and stroked the ruler as if he had a heart with him, and flew into his sleeve along his wrist.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the remaining piece of ebony, thought about how to use it, and measured the size of the ebony with his fingers.

"If you make a fan bone, the length seems to be a little insufficient, but if it is doubled after the coincidence, it is just right, and then ponder or find Huang Gong to think of a way, maybe there will be a better solution!"

After thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan's eyes swept over the table, and subconsciously fixed on the paper in the corner of the table, and he suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his heart, why not even make the paper himself?

In this way, the ruler and the folding fan can also be regarded as twin treasures made by Yi Shuyuan himself.

Yi Shuyuan felt that it was like ordinary people would have some small pleasures in their lives, and making twin treasures by himself was a small pleasure in cultivating immortals.

"Let's go out for a walk!"

As soon as Yi Shuyuan beckoned, Gray Mian jumped on his body and got into his clothes again.

The door of the library was opened by Yi Shuyuan, and after he went out, he went directly to the outside of the county office.

It's still early at the moment, but the streets of Yuanjiang County are already full of people, but Yi Shuyuan neither goes to restaurants nor restaurants.

Even the smell of food wafting from various restaurants and restaurants could not shake Yi Shuyuan's pace.

Yi Shuyuan searched all the way on the street, and finally found his target at the mouth of a small alley.

This is an alley that is only the width of a carriage at most, and there is a plaque hanging on the door of the courtyard at the entrance of the alley, Yi Shuyuan walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked up.

Yuanjiang Paper Mill, this is it!

In Yuezhou, almost every county has its own papermaking workshop, and the Qingyuan paper produced by the famous Qingyuan paper mill in Yuezhou will pay tribute to Chengtianfu every year.

The courtyard door was not closed, and Yi Shuyuan walked in directly.

The courtyard inside is very spacious, and you can see paper drying racks everywhere, but there is no paper on these shelves now, apparently it has only been put out for a short time.

But even so, Yi Shuyuan could still smell a faint smell of pulp fermentation.

This smell may seem like a peculiar smell to ordinary people, but for him, it seems to feel the foundation of the flourishing cultural context in his imagination.

"Huh? Who is this son? If you buy paper, you should go to the shop. ”

An old man came out carrying two shelves, and saw Yi Shuyuan standing in the courtyard looking around, looking a little familiar, thinking that he had heard about the scholar who came here to buy paper.

"We have our own shop in Yuanjiang Paper Mill, and other scholars can also buy paper here."

Yi Shuyuan watched the old man put down the tools and solemnly explained his intentions.

"I didn't come to buy paper, but I wanted to see how Yuanjiang Paper Mill made paper, if it was convenient, I not only wanted to observe and learn, but also wanted to borrow the place of your workshop to make a piece of paper by hand."

The man put down the shelves in his hand and spread them out in the courtyard one by one, and in the process, he frequently looked at Yi Shuyuan with surprised eyes.

"Papermaking? I said, Childe, this is hard work, and after reading it, Childe knows that this is not a good idea to be vassal. ”

A smile appeared on Yi Shuyuan's face, and he shook his head slightly.

"Uncle, it's not for the sake of vassal elegance, I really want to make a piece of paper by myself, and I'm here to learn, oh, whether it's success or failure."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan took out the money bag from his arms.

Originally, he touched a smaller piece of broken silver, but after thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan gritted his teeth and took out a five-tael silver ingot and handed it over directly.

"I'm willing to pay a lot of money, just to learn and try."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Did you come to learn papermaking skills and prepare to open your own paper mill?

But Yuezhou is everywhere, and the paper industry is an industry that needs to be authorized by the government, so it is not allowed to be made privately.

However, when a piece of silver was handed over, the old man still subconsciously reached out to catch it, and the expression on his face became kind.

"Childe is learning to make some paper by himself, and it's okay to play around, right? Official bank? ”

The silver ingot in the old man's hand was a standard flat silver bar with the official seal on it.

Of course, the official silver will eventually circulate in the market, but most of them will be cut up soon after circulation due to various usage scenarios such as weighing and change.

And the complete official silver is generally from the hands of government personnel.

The old man couldn't help but look up at Yi Shuyuan.

"Childe is from the government?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced it yet, in Xia Yi Shuyuan, he is a scribe of the county government, and the old man doesn't have to worry about being a villain!"

The old man stared at Yi Shuyuan up and down with wide eyes for a moment.

"It turned out to be Mr. Yi! Oh, I said how familiar it is, the evil merchant was beheaded the day before yesterday, and I was also watching in the crowd, Mr. is standing behind the torture platform, why didn't Mr. say it earlier! ”

Between the words, the old man hurriedly returned the silver ingot in his hand with both hands.

"Since it is Mr. Yi asking for help, he will definitely do his best to help, what kind of money do you make, quickly put it away, I can't take your silver!" Come on, come on, sir, please come in! ”

The old man said that he would not accept the money anymore, and asked Yi Shuyuan to go to the paper mill very enthusiastically.

Of course, this enthusiasm is not only because of Yi Shuyuan's own name, but also because of his status.

After all, Yi Shuyuan is also the number one person in the county government, and maybe a sentence can affect the livelihood of the current owner's family.

Yi Shuyuan didn't know what the old man thought too much, but he didn't spend money, so he naturally recovered the silver in a slight surprise.

"Then Yi will be disturbed!"

"Hey, what's the bother, Mr. Yi can come but it makes our paper mill shine, sir, please!"

Yi Shuyuan walked into the paper workshop with the old man, not only the courtyard outside is very large, but also the inside is a spacious and transparent workshop.

The old man's name is surnamed Chen, and he is the current owner of this paper mill.

More than a dozen craftsmen are busy in the entire paper mill on weekdays, except for Chen Laohan and his two sons, the rest are helpers, of course, everyone does all the work.

Some places are full of raw materials, some places where mallets are falling and pounding the raw materials, and there are even those who make the pulp and make the pulp are completing the last steps.

The old man introduced the things here to Yi Shuyuan as he walked, and also explained Yi Shuyuan's identity to others, which attracted other people in the paper workshop to look at him curiously, but the work at hand did not stop.

Yi Shuyuan was also amazed at everything in the paper mill.

There are pulp pools, large cauldrons and stoves used to cook fibers, and cellars, as well as dozens of tools of different sizes such as nail rakes, nail shoes, wooden mills, paper troughs, bamboo curtains, and wood presses

(End of chapter)