Yi Shuyuan trotted all the way back to the county office, and then returned to the library while shaking the water traces on his clothes.

"You really didn't hear that heavenly cry just now?"

Gray Mian got out of Yi Shuyuan's neckline and looked up at Yi Shuyuan suspiciously.

"What's the sound?"

"Like a cow barking, moo."

Yi Shuyuan said as he suddenly used his ventriloquist to learn.

To be precise, Yi Shuyuan is no longer a simple ventriloquist now, not only does his voice resemble, but he is also reminiscing about the feeling just now, so that there is a special meaning in his voice.

As soon as he heard this voice, Gray Mian's body was like an electric current rushing by, and his hair stood up, and he froze on Yi Shuyuan's chest and didn't dare to move.

"First, sir, is that you?"

"It should be quite similar, why did you blow up all your hair?"

Gray heart puffing.

"Sir, don't scare me with the sound of a dragon, I'm cowardly"

The sound of a dragon?

"The dragon's voice is like a cow?"

"Sir, don't make fun of me as the Dragon King."

Yi Shuyuan rubbed the mink's head, and its fur softened.

"I didn't mean to make fun of you, and you're not small, isn't it reasonable to ask for tea on Konan Mountain?"

"Hey, hey, hey."

Gray Mian smiled awkwardly.

Yi Shuyuan didn't enter the library anymore, turned around and looked at the sky carefully, there was some excitement in his heart, it turned out that the dragon roared like a cow?

I talked about the dragon's roar in the mountains, so it is obvious that the dragon's voice should be relatively high-pitched.

Now it seems that the general dragon cry and the sound of the dragon when it roars must be different, otherwise Yi Shuyuan would not have imagined the sound of "moo" shaking the nine heavens.

So the rainbow light I saw just now could be a dragon?

Jiaolong or real dragon? Real dragons are too rare, they should be dragons, right?

When will we be able to see each other up close? However, I heard that the dragons are not very good-tempered.

Yi Shuyuan searched all over the sky for a long time, but he didn't see the shadow of the dragon, so he could only walk back to the library.

As long as I keep practicing, I don't believe that I won't be able to see the dragon in the future!

With this thought, Yi Shuyuan closed the door and walked to the bookcase and sat down, and Gray Mian also came out.

"Bamboo slips."

Yi Shuyuan said a word, and as soon as Ash Mian pulled it out of his chest, he took out a bamboo slip, which was the one given by Yin Si.

With Ash Mian, it is a lot easier for Yi Shuyuan to bring things during this time.

Something that can't be easily shown is fine, this little guy is not big, he has a good art of acceptance, and he can hold a lot of things.

"You can read the book on the side, and you can also look at the pictures of the mountains and rivers immortal furnace if you want to."

"Oh!"

Ash reluctantly answered, but instead of looking for the books in the library, he climbed onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder again, and followed his gaze to the unfolded bamboo slips.

Yi Shuyuan didn't say much, and his mind followed his gaze to the content of the bamboo slip.

Refining the jade shock, it can be said that it is made by Yi Shu Yuanfu to the soul.

The essence left by the giant trees in the sea watered by the heavenly thunder led to the power of Yi Shuyuan's shocking heart thunder.

It is the right time, the right place and the right people, and it is the fate of that moment.

In layman's terms, but not very appropriate, this is a bit of a stroke of luck.

After all, when he was making a ruler before, Yi Shuyuan didn't have high self-requirements, he just wanted to make a good-looking and usable one, but he didn't expect to be a baby.

But now if he wants to refine a folding fan, Yi Shuyuan asks for stability, because with Yujing, he doesn't want to just make a solid folding fan.

The idea of twin treasures is not just talking!

So now Yi Shuyuan wants to make a general combing of the knowledge he can understand in a comprehensive and systematic way, and this bamboo slip that has not seen much is naturally also consulted.

Let's not talk about reading it through, at least you have to go through it, maybe there are some refining things on it.

——

It seems that Yin Si has learned that Yi Shuyuan wants to be a storyteller who travels in Hongchen and will be interested in some special things.

In addition to the miscellaneous knowledge of cultivation, the bamboo slips also recorded some events such as the ghosts and ghosts encountered by the ghosts and gods, as well as some stories of the grievances of the yang world that continued to the underworld.

This can be described as an unusually rich and full amount for Yi Shuyuan, which is simply the same.

But Yi Shuyuan didn't read these stories now, at most he swept them away.

Even that would be time-consuming, because there were so many contents on the bamboo slip that before you knew it, it was already dusk.

"Huh?"

Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up, and he really found what he wanted.

Gray Mian, who had already fallen asleep on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, woke up when he heard the voice, and when he looked up, he found that Mr. was still reading, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

This broken bamboo slip doesn't record any fairy magic, it's all some broken things in the underworld, why does Mr. like to read it so much, it's so tiring to read

Yi Shuyuan didn't know what Gray Mian was thinking.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan actually saw the production method of Yin God magic weapons such as the judge's pen, although it was only a superficial talk, the part of refining and cultivating with the help of the power of Shinto was written ambiguously, and it was only mentioned.

But Yi Shuyuan doesn't need a real judge's pen, this kind of Shinto magic weapon is closely related to the priesthood, and it is not very useful to understand it.

It is precisely the pure production process that Yi Shuyuan cares about, and he can't take his eyes off it.

"If you want to make a fan, you must first forge your bones!"

Yi Shuyuan muttered, the truth is actually the same as the pen of the judge's pen.

Seven points of charm, three points of shape!

Yi Shuyuan temporarily put down the bamboo slip, and then unfolded the folding fan he bought and put it aside.

Then Yi Shuyuan took out the Fu Qi Yu and put it in the corner of the table to calm the distracting thoughts.

In the end, Yi Shuyuan took out the remaining half of the ebony and the carving knife.

The gray Mian on his shoulders was in high spirits the moment the ruler appeared, and he was startled when he saw Yi Shuyuan take out half of the ebony and carving knife.

Again?

Gray Mian subconsciously grabbed Yi Shuyuan's clothes, looking like he was waiting for battle.

Yi Shuyuan felt a slight movement on his shoulder, looked at Xiao Mink and smiled.

"What are you nervous about?"

"Why? This time I blinked, and I wasn't a good man! ”

Gray Mian loses the mink and does not lose the battle, it is still hard-mouthed, it feels that it can't stand this little battle with Mr.

Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked at Ebony, and he didn't know what Gray Mian was fighting for.

It seems that because of the presence of a ruler, it is easier for Yi Shuyuan's mind to gather on the tip of the knife this time.

As the vitality gathered like stopping water, the knife in Yi Shuyuan's hand also fell on the remaining half of the ebony, and the sawdust fell little by little, and the wood grain appeared inch by inch.

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On April 30, the county government closed the day.

Yi Shuyuan got up early in the morning amid the sound of roosters, and before the sky was completely bright, he had already put on his clothes and finished washing.

Today, I want to go into the mountains and cut bamboo with the people of Yuanjiang Paper Mill and start the first step of papermaking, and Yi Shuyuan's whole person is in a slight excitement.

Immortal law sometimes begins with dependent thoughts.

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, from this step, the fate has begun, and he is equivalent to refining part of his magic weapon.

On the other side of the courtyard of the Yuanjiang Paper Mill, Chen Laohan was preparing in front of an ox cart.

Originally, he didn't need to go out in person for this kind of basic process, but after all, Yi Shuyuan's identity was special, and he was a little uneasy if he didn't go, for fear that Mr. Yi would think that Yuanjiang Paper Mill had neglected him.

"Dad, will Mr. Yi come, will he oversleep?"

A man next to the ox cart put a bundle of hemp rope on the cart, looked at the street outside the alley, and asked.

Chen Laohan glared at his youngest son.

"Even if he really overslept, we'll have to wait for him."

The income created by the Yuanjiang paper mill papermaking, the government accounts for the majority, and the Chen family can only occupy a small head, in principle, the paper mill is the imperial court industry, and the Chen family just has the right to operate.

"You, learn a little from your brother, as the saying goes, the county order of flowing water is an iron-clad official, a scribe with ability and status like Mr. Yi, and the relationship with him is good, even if the new county order is in the future, we have many people who can speak, understand?"

"Hey, I see! Or are you thinking far-reaching! ”

"Hey!"

Chen Laohan smiled and was about to say something, but soon found that there was a figure walking briskly on the bright street.

"See, Mr. Yi is very punctual, we don't need to worry about it!"

After saying this, Chen Laohan had already greeted Yi Shuyuan with a smile.

"Mr. Yi came really early, did you have breakfast? We have steamed buns, so let's have a quick bite to eat together on the road, right? ”

"Then Yi Mou is welcome!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and arched his hand, he knew that the Chen family was so polite because of his identity, but he would repay them.

Yi Shuyuan helped the Chen family father and son and two helpers to sort out the tools together, and then the group led the ox cart and set off.

The people of the paper mill were obviously already familiar with the road, and by the time the group drove the ox cart to the north gate, the gate was opened at about this time.

The people who were in a hurry inside and outside the city were divided into left and right detachments, each entering or leaving the city in an orderly manner.

This is the first time that Yi Shuyuan has walked through the North City Gate, and it is also the first time that he has gone to the northeast mountain area of Kuonan Mountain with the people of Yuanjiang Paper Mill.

Most of the impressions of Yuezhou people on the beautiful scenery of Koonan Mountain are in the southwest mountainous area, where there are lofty mountains, all kinds of mountain flowers and strange grasses, and some scenery appears in the poems and songs of celebrities.

But in fact, the northeastern mountains of Konan Mountain also have a lot of scenery, and the most iconic is a large area of bamboo forest.

After leaving the house, the ox cart headed north, and after half an hour, the ox cart passed outside a mountain village.

Along the mountain road on the north side of the village, the people in front of them led the ropes, and the people behind pushed the carts, and finally stopped on an open hill.

This hill is a fairly large and gentle place, and the hills connected on both sides are not high, and the hills on the east and west sides are even shorter than this hill.

There are a few tiled houses in the corner of this hill, and except for the area near the tiled houses, the rest of the hill is almost all bare and outcropped rock formations.

"Mr. Yi, this is the site of our Yuanjiang Paper Mill papermaking process, this paper Pinggang is the treasure land given to us by God for the paper mill, and it is the best drying field in the entire Kuonan Mountain!"

Chen Laohan's words were filled with pride and emotion, and on the hill that Yi Shuyuan saw in his eyes, there were piles of raw materials on the surface of the rock formations in many places.

"After a few months of sunbathing here, baptized by the light of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, the raw materials can be transformed!"

Chen Laohan said, Yi Shuyuan nodded in awe, he could see that some of the raw materials on the drying field showed different degrees of whitishness.

"Dad, you're here?"

A voice came from the tiled house over there, and the eldest son of the Chen family and a helper heard the movement and came out of it.

Chen Laohan introduced with a smile.

"This is my eldest son Chen Yeping, Yeping, this Mr. Yi, is the Mr. Yi who worked with Lord Lin to help the wronged soul to be avenged!"

The middle-aged man suddenly showed a look of surprise, wiped his hands on his body before he hurriedly approached a few steps and bowed.

"Mr. Yi, I have heard of your name a long time ago, Mr. rest assured, we will do our best to help you with your affairs, you look at this Kuonan Mangosteen, how much aura!"

Naturally, the aura that is spoken of is not the kind that practitioners understand.

But after Yi Shuyuan returned the salute, he looked at the bamboo forests on the mountain in the direction of Chen Yeping, and brought up pieces of bamboo waves in the wind, and he also felt very aura.

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PS: If an author's friend comes to me, I'll do me a favor. "Princess, please respect yourself! The new book of the old author "Changfeng" should still be of a standard, so interested book friends should taste it for themselves.

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