Seeing the elegantly dressed strangers outside, they seemed a little afraid, and the older ones in the group spoke.

"Don't be afraid of outsiders, we are not evil, we are just afraid of letting bad people into the village, come and invite in!"

Yi Shuyuan showed a moment of hesitation, and finally entered the village gate.

"Thank you, thank you."

Yi Shuyuan thanked him while arching his hand.

The door of the village was slowly closed at this moment, which also caused Yi Shuyuan to turn back frequently, showing some unease.

A group of people looked Yi Shuyuan up and down, but they didn't see any blades.

"Stranger, where is your hometown, but you are far away?"

Although it was Yi Shuyuan who came in, everyone's guard obviously did not let go, and a group of people gathered around here and did not let go, still in a posture of interrogation.

Yi Shuyuan hurriedly put his hand into his arms, and took out a document after taking it out.

"In the next hometown in Yuezhou, this is the road guide."

Although Dayong has regulations on road guidance, in fact, the management of this matter is still relatively relaxed, and it will only be strictly investigated in case of some special circumstances.

But it is definitely more convenient to have a guide than not to have a guide, such as at this time.

The road guide that Yi Shuyuan took out was actually only the seal of Yuanjiang County.

But if you can't stand it, Yi Shuyuan will change, when the road guide is unfolded, there are already more marks of Wuzhou on it, and there are four or five county stamps.

This makes this road guide very full, with many official seals.

In fact, the people in the village can't read the official documents and seals, but there is such a thing, which still makes the people in the village feel a lot more relaxed.

"This is the guide?" "So many prints?"

Yi Shuyuan saw that Lu Yin was passing around in a group of people, so he explained.

"I'm a storyteller in the next place, I go to more places, and I stay for a long time, so it's troublesome, and I will prepare the road guide a lot of times, so don't break it."

The old man took Lu Yin from a young man and returned it to Yi Shuyuan.

"Yuezhou, you have come so far away, and you don't have any luggage?"

Someone asked this, and Yi Shuyuan suddenly showed a bitter look.

"Well, don't mention it, the merchant's chariot and horse caravan gave me a ride, and I was only halfway through the wilderness, so they went on their own, causing me to walk here for a long time."

"The luggage is still in the car, and now I only have a little bit of clothing on my body!"

"Oh, it's a poor thing, if the gentleman is free, can you tell us a passage of the book?"

The old man asked this, it seemed that because of his own profession, Yi Shuyuan's face showed a bit of confidence from the nervousness and panic just now.

"Why not! Although the luggage was lost, the guy who ate still carried it with him. ”

After that, Yi Shuyuan slipped out of a folding fan in the sleeve of his right hand, and he didn't know where to find a ruler on his left hand.

By now, people have basically believed in Yi Shuyuan's identity, and their attitudes have eased up, and things like sticks, iron rakes, bows and arrows have been put away.

"Gollum"

An obvious cry came from Yi Shuyuan's abdomen, which was both a little embarrassed and broke the last bit of embarrassment.

"Don't blame you, sir, it's not been peaceful lately, and we have no choice but to be so vigilant! Let's go and have a light meal."

"Uh, good."

Yi Shuyuan followed the old man's advance, and the people on the side did not disperse, but increased.

——

In a spacious courtyard with a low fence there was a small table with a few small stools next to it.

Yi Shuyuan, the old man, and a few men sat at the table, and on the table was a little pickled radish and salted duck eggs.

A few people were holding porridge bowls and eating with such a small dish.

"Whew"

Yi Shuyuan scraped up a piece of white porridge, blew it a few times, put it in his mouth, and then picked up a piece of radish and gnawed a little, eating it very deliciously.

"Mr. Yi, just eat, there are still a lot of them in the pot!"

"Well, thank you, thank you!"

There are many people in the courtyard and outside, both neighbors and good people.

This early in the morning, a stranger came from outside, or a storyteller from Yuezhou, which naturally aroused the interest of many people.

"This gentleman, is there anything unusual in Yuezhou?" "How long have you been here?"

"What other strange things happened on the way?" "Sir, you're a storyteller, can you give us a paragraph?"

"Go, go, I have to wait for Mr. to finish eating!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around, it seemed that there were very few outsiders in this village, let alone storytellers.

But others were looking at Yi Shuyuan's diorama, but Yi Shuyuan was also eating and observing the crowd.

Everyone I've seen so far seems to be normal, and they haven't been tainted with any demonic energy.

took another bite of porridge, and said with a smile on Yi Shuyuan, who ate a salted duck egg with chopsticks.

"Speaking of strange things, when I was in Yuezhou, I saw a martial arts conference held in Yuezhou, and a lot of martial artists went there, it was so lively."

Now people's interest is even greater.

"How lively is it?" "Are there a lot of people?"

"Tell us about it, won't you?"

"Okay, I'll tell you later, and I'll tell you a book, well, anyone in the village who wants to listen to it can come."

"Hahaha, that's good!" "It's been a long time since the troupe has come to the village!"

Yi Shuyuan could only grin and continue to eat porridge, in the eyes of the villagers, the storyteller and the troupe can be equated.

"By the way, the old chief, isn't there an official government to take care of the horse thieves here?"

The old man who received Yi Shuyuan was actually a lieutenant chief, and of course the people in the village also called him the village chief.

"Of course it's in charge, it's just that the government sent troops to try to suppress the bandits, and it's also because the miasma problem in the mountains can't be solved."

"Miasma?"

Yi Shuyuan didn't feel any miasma along the way, and he didn't feel the miasma intuitively.

"In recent years, it has not been peaceful here, and there is miasma on the surrounding mountains, especially the foggy weather is the most dangerous, Mr. Yi is lucky."

"Yes, you stranger happened to touch us in the fog, if you take the wrong way into the mountain, it will be dangerous!"

Xiuzhou's mountains in this area are actually not too steep, or the ups and downs of the terrain are not very exaggerated, but they are slowly showing the height and low.

But the mountains are actually not small, and there are many mountains and forests, but in fact, if you zoom in on the range, there are also many mountains.

It's just that the sense of mountain drop is not strong, and sometimes there is an illusion that you can't tell the difference between entering and exiting the mountain, so it's easy to get lost.

The population distribution of Xiuzhou is very uneven, and this area is vast and sparsely populated.

The people in the village not only rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, but also farm and fish, and their lives are okay, although they have not been peaceful in recent years, but they are not too much to live.

Yi Shuyuan listened carefully while chatting with others, and was also thinking about things in his heart.

——

About half an hour later, Yi Shuyuan came to a special open place in the village.

The village is generally built in a ring, surrounded by walls in some places, and in other places bounded by the outer walls of the houses, with ups and downs inside.

The place where Yi Shuyuan will meet is a waterhole in the center of the village, and it is also the main water area for residents.

There is a relatively flat square in front of the waterhole, with a raised mound behind it, and some village pavilions on both sides, which can be regarded as surrounded to a certain extent.

It's a cloudy day, and although you can't see the sun, the fog has cleared.

As soon as the fog cleared, the people in the village were obviously more relaxed.

A small table, a chair, Yi Shuyuan sat on the chair with his back against the waterhole, the surrounding area was already full of people in the village, and many people on the upper floors on both sides poked their heads out.

The children closest to Yi Shuyuan were almost on the edge of the table.

I heard that someone was going to tell a story, and I hadn't seen people in the village with similar entertainment for a long time, and most of them wanted to come and have a good time.

The crowd was talking, and some people were talking about the origin of the storyteller.

Some people are discussing what books to say, and some people are coaxing the storyteller to hurry up.

Yi Shuyuan put the ruler and folding fan away, slowly rolled up his sleeves a little, and took the teacup to moisten his throat.

Storytelling is also about rituals.

Then the next moment, Yi Shuyuan took the fan with one hand and grabbed the ruler with the other.

"Smack~"

The sudden crisp sound overshadowed everyone's discussions, and everyone was shocked and subconsciously shut up, making the place quiet all of a sudden.

And in this atmosphere, no one spoke again, and they all looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Sting~"

The folding fan is unfurled, revealing the miraculous landscape on the fan surface.

"At the beginning of today, when I arrived at the treasure party, I was entertained by the chief, so I offered a piece of writing as a reward."

Yi Shuyuan's gaze swept over the people present, and he closed his eyes slightly, feeling the anger of more people on the periphery.

The people around him only felt that the storyteller's eyes were introverted, and he gently shook the fan as if he was stuck in a memory.

The next moment, a clear and favorable voice sounded, and even with some echoes with the help of the surrounding terrain.

"It is said that at the beginning of the ninth year of Chengxing, in Yuanjiang County, south of the Cangshan Mountains, there was a strange case, and a scribe in the county was correcting the manuscript late at night."

In a few words, many villagers have been caught in the story by God

"The deeper the night, the colder it becomes, and suddenly! The scribe felt that the wind was gusting"

Yi Shuyuan said this, covering his mouth and nose with a folding fan, imitating a gust of wind.

"Whew."

The surrounding audience was already very engrossed, and at the moment they only felt immersive.

"Knock knock knock."

Yi Shuyuan unexpectedly let out a "drum sound" in his mouth, and a few children on the side couldn't help but lie down at the table to look at the storyteller's mouth.

It was found that the storyteller's mouth was bulging, and the drum night was indeed coming out of his mouth.

The adults on the side hurriedly pulled the child away, for fear of disturbing the storyteller.

Yi Shuyuan didn't care about the child's movements at all, he put down the fan and lowered his body, and said in a deep but deep voice.

"This drummer turned out to be the soul of Eshui's unjust death—"

"Hiss"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but no one spoke.

"The officials in the Yuanjiang County government, down to the small officials, heard the drums, it was late at night, and they went to the court one after another."

"No one knows how big this case will be"

was immersive at the beginning, but at this moment, Yi Shuyuan was immersive, and at this moment, with only one mouth, it seemed to bring all the listeners back to that night.

He could feel the emotions of the people present, and he could feel their concentration.

Every emotional fluctuation can cause a change in people's complexion, and because of Yi Shuyuan's narration, the original mixed complexion of the crowd has gradually become unified

But at the same time, while Yi Shuyuan was telling the story, his eyes also swept around.

Ordinary people are easily emotionally affected by stories, and the breath of non-human beings will become conspicuous at this moment

A very faint strange aura loomed in the crowd at this moment, although it was very light, but in some aspects it seemed a little heavy in Yi Shuyuan.

This is not contradictory, light because of shallow contact, thick because of the fierce breath hidden in it.

Monsters have come, and even, very close!

Yi Shuyuan's eyebrows tightened, and the scattered demonic qi gradually merged with the mental synesthesia in his eyes, turning into a vague shadow with a tail

Is this a mark? It's so good at hiding!

(End of chapter)