Speaking of which, it's actually no wonder that Gray Mian thinks of Yi Shuyuan as tall in his heart.

First and foremost, it is natural that Yi Shuyuan is very good to Gray Mian and does not have any bad feelings towards monsters.

That kind of heartfelt and natural care can be faked for a while, but it can't be revealed all the time.

Secondly, Yi Shuyuan studied the Five Elements Imperial Law with enthusiasm and curiosity, but in the eyes of Gray Mian, the progress was too fast.

Comparing his own practice for so many years, Gray Mian would even wonder if Yi Shuyuan was deliberately "learning for the first time" and helping him correct his mistakes.

But in fact, Yi Shuyuan will resist the wind, and the land and gold will also be slightly comprehended because of the book of the mountain god, and naturally he will not be slow to learn.

And Yushui and Yuhuo Yi Shuyuan took the main time, and it seemed like the whole was very fast.

In the past few months, the Five Elements Imperial Law and the Technique of Concealment, Yi Shuyuan has not said that he has all mastered it, but he has basically used it freely.

——

At the paper level of Koonan Mountain, Chen Pingye looked at an area on the hill like frosty paper and understood that the dried material this year was earlier than in previous years.

Although this batch of materials was prepared a month earlier than in previous years, the progress was at least two or three months faster, and the condition seemed to be better.

After walking around the hill, Chen Pingye came to the pile of materials prepared by Yi Shuyuan.

This pile of paper is so high that the color is more outstanding, and the "frost" is more obvious.

Chen Pingye watched for a while, then went to the stream to wash, and when he came back, he found Yi Shuyuan waiting for him in front of the house in the stockyard.

Chen Pingye couldn't help trotting over.

"Mr. Yi, why are you here? Just one person? ”

Chen Pingye looked at the road from the hill, obviously there were no cars, horses and other people, and the appointed day should not have arrived yet, right?

"It's just to load that little bit of material, and there is no need to work hard."

Yi Shuyuan patted the sack under his feet as he spoke.

Chen Pingye found that Yi Shuyuan was sitting on a sack, he turned his head to look in one direction, and the pile of particularly white material seemed to be gone.

In a bag? So fast?

"Sir has already installed it? You don't want to carry this bag down the mountain, do you? ”

"Hehe, just such a little material, Yi still has the strength!"

Yi Shuyuan remembered the beginning, joked like this, and then stood up.

"Okay, I'll tell you, save yourself from being a thief, and go back."

"Sir, you're joking, how can any thief steal this, uh, I'll help you carry it, and I'll go to the village under the mountain to hire a chariot and horse to send it to the city, it's too far to go down this way."

How do you know that Yi Shuyuan directly lifted the bag and put it on his shoulder, and the posture was no different from that of the dock worker.

"Don't bother, I'll find the carriage and horses myself at the foot of the mountain."

Yi Shuyuan waved his hand and walked forward with the bag on his shoulder.

Chen Pingye followed by and watched carefully, for fear that Yi Shuyuan would not be able to stand steadily, and the sack would be dropped.

But Yi Shuyuan's pace was steady, and it seemed that carrying things effortlessly made Chen Pingye feel a little relieved.

"Oh yes, in the future, the preparation of new materials in the Yuanjiang Paper Mill will start before the summer solstice and put away before the autumn equinox, it should be better, and the remaining paper materials should be collected quickly."

The aura of heaven and earth is not static, but has its own "tide" in it.

Paper Pinggang is indeed blessed, and the process of drying the material is the transformation of the material, which is also in line with the principles of heaven, but it is obviously not sure of a certain law.

Yi Shuyuan said that the time was a relatively stable "wave" in Paper Pinggang.

Maintaining this time rhythm, I dare not say how much breakthrough the paper mill can have, but the paper will certainly not be bad.

Because the preparation of paper stock is the longest stage in the process and is the fundamental determination of paper quality.

Chen Pingye just responded, watching Yi Shuyuan carry the sack down the mountain and go away, and he didn't know how much to listen to.

"How long will it take to carry it back like this, Mr. Yi should be able to hire a car."

——

The facts are far from what Chen Pingye thought, Yi Shuyuan had already risen against the wind on the mountain road, and he fell directly in Yuanjiang County.

It is less than a cup of tea before and after.

At the Yuanjiang Paper Mill, the Chen family and helpers are working in full swing at this moment.

It's so hot now that many people are shirtless with their trouser legs rolled up in the workshop.

Yi Shuyuan was familiar with the road, and did not wander outside the courtyard, but walked directly into the workshop with a sack.

Someone saw Yi Shuyuan coming, and hurriedly called Chen Laohan, who was resting in another corner, who hurriedly greeted him when he heard the words.

"Mr. Yi? But the county government has nothing to do to come here to shop today? ”

Old Man Chen walked over with a smile and arched his hand towards Yi Shuyuan.

After Yi Shuyuan returned the gift, he looked at the busy work around him and got straight to the point.

"Uncle Chen, Yi is here this time for the progress of the process in the future."

"Oh, Mr. Yi, it's still early, next month is the time we agreed, and it's been busy lately, so I really can't take the time to accompany Mr. up the mountain!"

Yi Shuyuan pointed to the sack at his feet.

"Yi has already hired a car to bring back his pile of materials, no need to bother Uncle Chen, just borrow the workshop utensils and use them."

Yi Shuyuan said and looked at the workshop, where everything was busy, and there was obviously no place to spare.

"This"

Chen Laohan looked at the workshop and hesitated.

"Since I have already promised Mr., Mr. will prepare to shake the material first!"

With Chen Laohan's words, Yi Shuyuan was relieved to dispose of the paper.

To remove impurities and purify the material, the next process is to separate the pulp in the material by means of pounding, cutting, pressing, rinsing, and washing.

Yi Shuyuan was silent throughout the process, and unlike the paper mill, he handled it alone from beginning to end, and politely rejected several people who wanted to help.

It was already noon until the pulp was stirred, and even at noon, he refused the invitation of Chen Laohan to dine together.

Many people in the paper mill come with bowls when they eat.

While chopping rice, he kept an eye on Yi Shuyuan's movements as he channeled the pulp into an empty pulp pool.

"That bit of pulp is not enough, do you want to add some to Mr. Yi?"

"Don't be nosy, wait until he talks." "Let's see how he makes paper by himself for a while."

Some helpers were there watching the play and chatting.

Yi Shuyuan's work is indeed like that, but the pulp pool is so big, and the material is so little, the bamboo curtain papermaking can't be shaped.

Moreover, the bamboo curtain is not small, and it generally needs to be carried by two people to cooperate with the papermaking to ensure uniformity.

However, Yi Shuyuan was completely immersed in the process of making paper, as if he didn't know that there was too little pulp, and he didn't care about the size of the bamboo curtain.

The other pulp pools are all turbid, but the pulp pools on Yi Shuyuan's side are like clear soup and little water, only some snow-white paper flowers that seem to be impurities are floating in the water.

Yi Shuyuan tidied up his cuffs, then picked up the bamboo curtain, bent down and carefully copied into the water.

The paper flowers that originally fluttered with the water turned around a few times, but they all converged on the bamboo curtain.

Yi Shuyuan swung up and down, and the pulp was evenly spread on the bamboo curtain with the flowing water.

Like a master who has done it countless times, Yi Shuyuan turned around and sent it to the table behind him, spreading the moist pulp and paper on the table like a mat.

After repeating this several times, Yi Shuyuan fished out all the pulp in the pool.

Yi Shuyuan made a total of more than a dozen sheets of paper, but they were stacked on top of each other in a thin layer.

This is the first time that Yi Shuyuan has asked someone to help, and he asked a helper to carry the table board together and go to the paper drying room to squeeze water and dry the wet pulp and paper.

As soon as Yi Shuyuan walked away, the other helpers, even Chen Laohan, all put down their work and gathered in front of Yi Shuyuan's pulp pool just now.

"Am I dazzled?" ”

"Then I specified that it was also spent."

It's like a pulp pool that has just finished its work, and the pulp in it has been copied clean.

Not to mention the residual pulp, there is not even the slightest impurity, so that the water in the pool is as clear as a mountain spring.

"Stop talking nonsense, get to work!"

Chen Laohan scolded, and the group left reluctantly, but they were always puzzled by this situation in their hearts.

I've been working papermaking for so long, and I've never seen anything like this.

——

Because there is not much paper in total, only a few thin layers.

Therefore, draining and squeezing plus drying paper, this kind of normal thick paper takes a day and a night, and it is less than half an hour in Yi Shuyuan.

At this time, the paper was only half-dry, and Yi Shuyuan and others carried the "cardboard" to the drying field.

"Thank you! Next, Yi will come by himself. ”

"Alas, Mr. Yi can just call me if you need it!"

"Good!"

The long-term worker who helped left, Yi Shuyuan looked at the cardboard, lifted a clay pot, and evenly re-wet the cardboard.

The next moment, Yi Shuyuan peeled off a thin layer of paper from the stacked "cardboard".

This layer of paper is like a soft cloth at the moment, fluttering in the wind in Yi Shuyuan's hands.

Through the moist fiber, Yi Shuyuan seems to be able to see the mountains and bamboo forests, and feel the nature of heaven and earth.

"Whew"

Exhaling softly, Yi Shuyuan pasted this layer of paper onto the already moistened board.

One, two, three, one panel, two panels

A dozen sheets of paper were quickly laid out.

Yi Shuyuan stood on the side of the paper drying rack, admiring his masterpiece, looking sideways at the inside of the paper mill, and then swept his sleeves.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

A fresh breeze rose in the courtyard, and the sunlight shone down, lighting a thin layer of Tianyang fire on the surface of the paper

Until Yi Shuyuan thanked him and left after taking the paper, the people in the Yuanjiang Paper Mill were still amazed at the pool of clear water.

——

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was in a more excited mood, and his steps were brisk all the way, and he walked out of the city along the road in the city.

Then he used the land body to step on the wind and hurry, blending into the wind and blowing in front of the forest in the countryside and fields.

In front of you are large fields of fruitful rice fields, and behind you are quiet woods.

There were no pedestrians or animals, only the occasional birdsong in the forest.

Yi Shuyuan found a large stone with shade and sat down, this stone was flat and spacious, as if it was a natural stone table.

Gray Mian immediately jumped out, stood in the corner of the stone table, and put out the pen and ink inkstone that Yi Shuyuan had bought before, and even shocked the ruler jade on the stone.

"Sir, are you going to make a fan?"

"Hey, hey, look at it!"

Yi Shuyuan laughed, took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, folded it in half, and slashed it four times with a carving knife.

Suddenly, the two pieces of fan-shaped paper had fallen off and floated to Yi Shuyuan's palm with the wind, while the large piece of paper under him was caught by Ash Mian.

The paper is like the wings of two butterflies, falling together in the wind, but they do not fly away.

Yi Shuyuan's face returned to calm, his cuffs spread, and one by one flew out of the fan bones that had already been completed before.

If the paper is white and undulating, it wraps around the fan bones.

Without any paste, the fan bones were attached to the paper on the fan surface.

Until the place where the fan handle meets, Yi Shuyuan did not use any other materials, but pressed an ebony core as a rotating shaft.

The whole process was very gentle, and there was neither forging fire nor thunder.

A white paper fan with clean sides on both sides has appeared in Yi Shuyuan's hand, but the fan has not yet been completed.

"Sir, the ink is ready!"

Stepping on the paper, he reminded him, then put down the ink strip and held the pen up.

Yi Shuyuan held a paper fan and placed it on the stone, took the pen and lightly dipped it in ink, and wrote a sentence on both sides of the paper.

As the tip of the pen touches the paper, the ink flows into the paper like flowing water, forming watery words.

Heaven and earth and the number of phases.

Varied and varied.

The last word fell, the folding fan shook slightly, and there was a flash of brilliance in the ink.

Yi Shuyuan put down the pen, held the unfolded folding fan, and looked into the distance.

Then he swept his forehand at the distant Kuonan Mountain, and then backhanded it to Yuanjiang County.

In an instant, a fresh breeze rolled backwards, wrapping around Yi Shuyuan, and even wrapping around the folding fan on Yi Shuyuan's right hand.

The mana in Yi Shuyuan's body, as well as the aura and essence, frantically poured into the folding fan.

On the fan surface, one side gradually emerges the Kuonan landscape, and the other side gradually presents the scenery of the ancient city.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The wind still didn't stop, and there seemed to be a tornado around the folding fan, so that the gray Mian on the side couldn't open his eyes a little, and hurriedly pounced on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to prevent it from being blown away.

On the other hand, the Fu Qi Yu was already levitating and flew to Yi Shuyuan's side, as if there was some kind of echo between it and the folding fan.

Yi Shuyuan was a little tired, but he was no longer as unbearable as the last time, looked at the folding fan held high in his hand, and said with a calm laugh.

"Tianyun has since begun, the magic method has become its own, you are my folding fan, the name is: Yinchen!"

There was no huge movement like the original Fu Ruler, and there was no thunder and rain, but the wind surrounding the folding fan dissipated at this moment.

The wind from the two fans only appeared at this moment.

The wind blows to the countryside, to the city, to the mountains, forests and flowing water.

"Sir save me, ah-"

Holding the gray sheet of white paper, it was blown away directly.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes were quick, and he reached out and grabbed its tail before Ash Mian flew away, but he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Hahaha"

(End of chapter)