Yi Shuyuan didn't tease Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po anymore, after all, he may have some bad taste, but he won't always pretend to be confused in front of the clear-eyed.

"It's not just rain, it's completely melted into the rain clouds, and you can't consume it down there."

The person in front of him opened his mouth like this, which was equivalent to admitting it, and Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po were happy.

"Mr. Yi, I wonder what happened to this evil now? But was driven away? Do you know where it has gone, and how to find it? ”

The two of them fell into an illusion just now, and they were led by the nose in terms of senses, which means that there is no information, and it is not easy to find it after dawn.

This should always be remembered, and it will be impossible to prevent it in the future.

"Don't worry, you don't have to look for it, it can't make waves!"

Yi Shuyuan said that he had passed between the two and walked down the corridor.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po hurriedly followed, is this Mr. Yi really going to the thatched house?

Of course, it is more important than not going to the thatched house, or the evil thing, Qi Zhongbin couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Has the gentleman killed him? Or is it a heavy blow? Can you figure out where it is, so that tomorrow morning we can eradicate it once and for all! ”

"It was originally a pure yin qi, and it had already been refined at this moment."

Leaving this sentence, Yi Shuyuan kept moving forward, of course he didn't want to go to the thatched house, but came to the backyard, and came to the place where Qi Zhongbin had just been in the illusion deathfight.

Did you really get rid of it? Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po were shocked in their hearts, but they also subconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan over.

At the moment, the small pieces of paper were still sticking to the wet ground, but now they were completely silent.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po glanced at each other, and watched Yi Shuyuan pick up a piece of paper on the ground with a novel expression.

The paper was already completely crispy, Yi Shuyuan's movement was a little bigger, and a piece of paper that he picked up was torn to a corner, so he simply hooked his fingers, and suddenly a complete piece of paper flew into his hand with water vapor.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po were stunned by this scene, how did they do it?

I haven't seen any spells, seals, spells, tools, etc., hidden in my sleeves?

The paper man had completely dissipated the water vapor in Yi Shuyuan's hand, and after he looked up and down, he looked at Qi Zhongbin.

"Warlock master, is he good at many of these spells? It's also quite interesting to watch, what is it called? ”

Qi Zhongbin, who was still stunned, subconsciously replied.

"Uh, this is called the silhouette of the soldier, and it's my more proud technique."

When Qi Zhongbin said this, there were already people shouting in the front hall over there.

"Mr. Yi—Mr. Yi—where are you—"

Yi Shuyuan smiled helplessly.

"It seems that I've been waiting for a long time to go to the toilet this time, two, and I will say goodbye to another book, and I won't say goodbye alone! The coming day is long, and we have a chance to talk again. ”

Yi Shuyuan arched his hand as he spoke, and Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po also hurriedly returned the salute.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan has already left, but the old man and the old woman have not moved, just like wood, they have been standing in the backyard for a long time.

After a long time, Qi Zhongbin finally spoke.

"He said, "Warlocks are masters"

"I heard it too"

If they are both warlocks, how can anyone shout why the same way is "a warlock master".

And ordinary people call them "mages", and there are even some people who don't know the height of the sky and like to be called "immortal masters".

Thinking back to the sudden dissipation of the evil spirit, the dissipation of the dark clouds in the sky, the bright moon appeared, and then the knowledge that the evil spirit had been eliminated made people feel so understated.

And the inexplicable spell just now, and that novel and calm tone.

Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po couldn't help but think of when they were young, when they spent a lot of money to learn art from the old mage, Qi Zhongbin first drummed out the prototype of the silhouette escape soldier, and the soft paper soldier was seen by the old mage.

At that time, the other party also had a novel and interesting attitude towards evaluation.

This is the tone of the person who overrides the level of magic and law, and when he looks at the child's work, it is obviously not intentional, but a natural emotion.

The old mage of that year is long gone, and Qi Zhongbin's Taoism has long surpassed him, but when he heard a similar tone again, the level of the person who evaluated him was definitely far from being comparable to the old mage back then.

And this Mr. Yi looks so young, but his long hair is gray

All kinds of bits and pieces of information are connected, so that the two people standing in the backyard have an irrepressible speculation in their hearts, which is somewhat absurd, and even to some extent, may be a little scary.

At this moment, Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po both inexplicably had goosebumps all over their bodies.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Qi Zhongbin asked this, but Yu Po's lips moved but she didn't speak.

"Oh, I'm thinking too much."

After a long time, when the mood calmed down a little and stopped thinking nonsense, Yu Po looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then looked at the silent old man and spoke.

"Have you ever wondered why such a master came to Mingzhou City, and why did he pretend to be a storyteller to come to Mofu?"

Qi Zhongbin sighed.

"I'm not stupid"

——

As Yi Shuyuan said, he left after telling the second story, without saying anything to Qi Zhongbin and Yu Po.

Tonight's wonderful storytelling has opened the eyes of the Mo family, the tea business of the Mo family is all over the country, and the Mo master is also well-informed, but he has never seen such a powerful storytelling skill.

It's not that there are no powerful storytellers who can play multiple roles by themselves, but Yi Shuyuan has obviously broken ordinary people's cognition.

Master Mo personally sent Yi Shuyuan to the door, and insisted on stuffing him with an extra ten taels of silver.

Yi Shuyuan did not refuse, and only after receiving the money did he say goodbye and leave.

At this moment, it was already late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the street, Yi Shuyuan refused Master Mo's kindness to send someone to send him, and just walked alone on the street.

Yi Shuyuan took out the piece of paper that he had picked up in the backyard of Mofu before, and the paper had been dried.

"Gray Mian, how many immortal cultivators have you seen?"

The mink came out of Yi Shuyuan's hair and replied with his mouth open.

"If you don't count Mr., I've seen three, it was more than a hundred years ago in Fenglai Mountain, when I first saw the picture of the mountains and rivers immortal furnace, there would be three immortal cultivators who should be together, and I also went to see the painting, and I just bumped into it, but they couldn't see that this painting was extraordinary, and it was not as good as me!"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Gray Mian.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid it's a little, but I still occupy a small temple at that time, they treat me as a little hairy god, and they don't treat me well."

When they were in Yuanjiang County, Huang Hongchuan, Xiang Changqing and Song Weng had already said that the Immortal Dao was the most unpredictable, and the people who cultivated immortals with advanced Taoism were not often encountered.

It seems that the real immortal cultivators should be relatively cold, and rarely appear in Hongchen.

Otherwise, a person like Qi Zhongbin, who has a strong heart for the Tao, should be given a chance.

As a warlock, although Qi Zhongbin is inevitably full of mixed qi, in response to the original sentence of the wandering god, warlocks often "accumulate a lot of disadvantages", but it is definitely not riddled with debts.

Of course, Qi Zhongbin has a haunting aura, but it is not a debt in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, and it can only be said that he should have formed a relationship with some demons and evils.

"Sir, he wants to be the master of the doll, let him teach the warlock that set, it will only harm the doll, and we have been waiting for the doll since the last life, and now that I have found it, you don't accept the doll as an apprentice, do you want to let people?"

Yi Shuyuan flicked his head on Gray Mian's head with a "bang", making the little mink "squeak~" and constantly rubbing it with his paws.

"The doll is not a cargo, what to let it come and go, this matter is not so complicated."

Yi Shuyuan walked briskly, without the slightest psychological burden, and hummed a song softly and went back to the inn.

——

As the days passed, Qi Zhongbin still lived in Mofu and never left, he was mentally prepared, but Yi Shuyuan never took the initiative to come to Mofu again.

Sometimes when he met him on the street, Yi Shuyuan took the initiative to say hello.

In Qi Zhongbin's eyes, this Mr. Yi seems to have integrated into the life of Mingzhou City, and when he walks the streets and alleys, he is just like ordinary people, he will say hello when he meets acquaintances, and he will avoid nasty things.

You must know that most of the ordinary warlocks, especially those with real skills, always look like masters, even if they may not be intentional, but they actually have a trace of superiority mentality in their hearts, and they will unconsciously show it.

Even Qi Zhongbin himself is actually similar, at least more than ninety percent of the time in the past few decades, even if he looks at it in the past two years, he still has this temper.

And this Mr. Yi really lives in Mingzhou City, and even makes a lot of fame.

There has always been a saying in Mingzhou that there are fifteen unique in Mingzhou.

There is no doubt that it is the tea of Mingzhou, led by Wuqing, which has been famous all over the world since ancient times.

Two to seven are several scenic spots in Mingzhou, some of these scenery are just beautiful, and some can have a strong stroke in the history books.

The thousand-year-old city has left a full historical heritage for Mingzhou City, and it is also one of the arrogant dependences in the hearts of Mingzhou people.

Eight to fifteen are mostly the food of Mingzhou.

Even today's Mingzhou still has a lot of commerce, and before the Kaiyang Grand Canal was opened, Mingzhou was the first thoroughfare.

People from all over the world come and go to Mingzhou in an endless stream, which also brings a wealth of culture and cuisine to Mingzhou, and the latter is even more innovative.

And in today's Mingzhou City, some good deeds shouted the slogan of Mingzhou's Sixteen Uniques.

The storytelling of Qingyuan Tower is listed as the sixteenth unique in Mingzhou City.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan already has a lot of fanatical fans in Mingzhou City, and anyone who has heard him tell the story, even if he originally scoffed at the sixteenth absolute statement, he can't say anything sarcastic after hearing it a few times.

——

The second day of August is a cooler day since summer and autumn.

Although there are many similar festivals and calendars in this world to Yi Shuyuan's previous life, there is no Qixi Festival.

But the second day of the eighth lunar month has a similar meaning, on this night, young men and women put lanterns on the riverside of the river in the city of Mingzhou.

On the Hefeng Bridge, one of the famous places, Yi Shuyuan leaned on the railing, waved the folding fan with one hand to bring coolness to himself, and looked at the river and both banks with a little sentimental smile.

Under the bridge are the lanterns floating by, some people use poles to fish, and some lanterns pass with the flowing water, as if the streamer is far away.

From time to time, there is the sound of men and women laughing on the shore, which is not feudal at all.

This reminded Yi Shuyuan of the classic film and television work "Green Snake", which seemed to be immersive at the moment, integrating that poetic and picturesque feeling with the reality at the moment.

A song "Streamer Flying" was sung in a low voice in Yi Shuyuan's mouth.

"The autumn is half cold and half warm, quietly scalding around, silently watching the streamers flying, and a few yellow leaves in the evening breeze"

Under the lack of love, he sang another taste, his own synaesthesia changes, as if he could also feel the anxiety and shyness of the woman by the water under the bridge, and he could also feel the man's expectation and excitement.

And the sentence in the song, "Don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate", is Yi Shuyuan's own feelings.

At the end of the song, Yi Shuyuan put away the folding fan and left the Hefeng Bridge, and the wonderful song was not heard and applauded.

"My husband sings so well, I feel like I've become a human when I hear it!"

Even the gray reluctance that jumped out of the past was very intoxicated to listen to.

"Hahaha, melt all feelings, this is my change foundation fairy skill!"

On the buildings next to the Hefeng Bridge, there are also people who enjoy the flying lights by the river, admire the Hefeng Bridge and the people on the bridge tonight, and watch the people on the bridge leave

(End of chapter)