It seems that it is because of the spring, or it may be because the Yanshan area is already like this, and the climate here has become warmer, even in the mountains where Yi Shuyuan is located, it is far warmer than when he was on the Grand Canal before.

Rain, temperature, plus sunshine.

In the mountains where Yi Shuyuan is located, the vegetation has become dominant from the original withered yellow color, and has gradually developed towards the green green.

In other words, it may just be some personal illusion of Yi Shuyuan, just because the greenery of the vegetation around him is better than that of other places in the mountains.

It was another morning, the sun gradually passed through the mountains and forests, and a ray of light shone on Yi Shuyuan's side.

There was a budding mountain flower next to it, and its leaves seemed to be very heavy, because the dew was full of dew, and the leaves were bent and fell, and then at a certain moment, the dew fell.

It's just that the dew doesn't really fall to the ground, but flies away with a star-like brilliance under the sun. This little bit of light kept appearing in this mountain, and they flew into a white porcelain bowl.

Holding a white porcelain bowl in both paws, Gray Mian jumped around in the mountains, collecting the morning light and dew in the mountains, and its skills had unconsciously increased a lot.

After working for a while, Ash Mian took most of the bowl of water, and then ran back to the broken house under the cliff, and it didn't make a sound, so it put the white porcelain bowl next to Yi Shuyuan, and then took out two pieces of preserved fruit from his arms and placed them.

When all this was done, Ash crept out for a while, and then disappeared with a puff of smoke.

Qi Zhongbin's book is not a simple account of running accounts, and many of them have added to the process of dealing with some evil things in his early years, as far as warlocks are concerned, they are indeed everyone.

Even, Qi Zhongbin never mentioned it to Yi Shuyuan, when he was in the prime of life, he also won the title of Heavenly Master given by the first emperor.

When Yi Shuyuan saw the subtleties, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, delighted not only by the story of the past, but also by the actions of his apprentice who was accepted by the way.

"Maybe I'm going to be a cheap master again!"

From the various descriptions in the book, it is not difficult for Yi Shuyuan to see that Qi Zhongbin is actually talented himself, but it is a pity that he has no immortal fate, and being able to meet himself can be regarded as a painstaking person to a certain extent.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan looked sideways, a bowl of clean dew was placed aside, and there were two pieces of preserved fruit on the edge of the bowl.

This dew seems to be ordinary, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, there is a spiritual charm circulating in it, and there is a faint glow, it is not easy for this special dew to collect such a large bowl.

Yi Shuyuan took a sip from the bowl, a sweet taste filled his mouth, he showed some thoughtful expression, and looked up at the gourd placed on the rock above.

Although the wine in this gourd has not been drunk a few times, it is getting less and less after all, and the wine in it cannot be broken.

Thinking so, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand, and at the mouth of the gourd swallowing the glow above, a streamer flew out, and when it fell into Yi Shuyuan's hand, it became a book with a light blue cover.

The book has not yet been fully forged, but it has been formed, and Yi Shuyuan does not use it to record any stories, but uses this book that is also related to his own way to make a draft.

With a folding fan pen, without ink, unfolding the pages and writing on it, Yi Shuyuan gradually immersed his mind in it.

It is as if a vague outline is presented on the pages of a book, and this scene brings out the artistic conception, as if the surrounding environment and its own artistic conception are blended together, and the mind presents all kinds of pictures, some people wander in the world, and some spells are cast.....

A strange-looking mountain spirit appeared on the hillside in the distance, it was blue, with a big belly, but it looked at the slender hands and feet and a somewhat skinny appearance, its forehead showed a single horn, and its deep face showed a look of awe, looking at the dilapidated house in the distance.

After about a quarter of an hour, the mountain ghost carried something from an old piece of bark, cautiously approached the dilapidated house that seemed to it somewhat sacred, and was already prostrate when he reached the outside.

The dilapidated house was broken and broken, and there was no door, but the mountain ghost did not dare to enter, but carefully placed the old bark in the "interior", and then immediately retreated and left.

Yi Shuyuan didn't seem to be aware of it, and it wasn't until he was satisfied with his writing that he looked up at the door of the dilapidated house.

The old bark was arm-long and half-arm-wide, and there were some fruits on it, and some rhizomes that looked like plants, but they were clean, and there was no mud and dirt, but some earthy fragrance.

At this moment, in the bushes not far away, a mink head was raised, and there was a snake in its mouth, and the snake body was still struggling to coil.

Ash Mian put down the snake and watched it crawl away. "Let you go!"

After saying this, Gray Mian hurriedly ran back to Yi Shuyuan, and when he got there, he didn't need Yi Shuyuan's consent, he directly picked up a tuber-like thing and took a bite, and his mouth was suddenly filled with the sweetness that rose after the slight bitterness.

"Don't eat too much, I'm going to take some to refine wine, and this morning dew, I'll give it to you to collect more, how about using that gourd to collect it?"

"Lend it to me?"

When Gray Mian heard this, he immediately showed joy. "It's not playing, it's business!" "Uh-huh!"

Gray Mian nodded again and again, and dragged the old bark to Yi Shuyuan's feet with a tuber, just by smelling the fragrance, he knew that the things on the bark were all good things.

For half a month, the mountain ghost would carefully approach the dilapidated house in the early morning and offer what he thought was good food that he had collected in the mountains.

A simple basket made of tree bark, banana leaves, or vines may not be a lot every time, but it is definitely carefully selected and cleaned every time.

The aura around this area has become extremely active and agile, and although it is difficult to absorb, it is much better to capture even a little bit than usual.

The range is not large, just about dozens of zhang outside the range of the broken house has already shown obvious attenuation, since the mountain ghost found it, carefully on the edge to try to exhale the aura.

The mountain ghost also knew that it was absolutely impossible for the person who caused the change of aura not to discover it, and he was grateful that the other party did not drive it away, so he offered a meager reward.

On the fifteenth day, it was early in the morning, and the mountain ghost held a banana leaf containing something, and once again carefully appeared outside the broken house, but today seemed to be a little different, and it looked into the house and was slightly stunned.

The man who had been sitting there and hadn't moved much was gone today. "Ho ....."

The mountain ghost let out a white breath in his mouth, stood up straight and looked around with a slightly rickety posture, but he didn't see the person or the ermine.

Finally, after hesitation, the mountain ghost stepped into the dilapidated room for the first time, and found a small white porcelain bowl on the stone where the man had been sitting, containing half a bowl of amber liquid.

The mountain ghost sniffed lightly, and a faint aroma of wine wafted into his nose, and a strong desire suddenly rose in his heart.

It's just that the mountain ghost still didn't dare to touch this bowl of wine, until the day passed, and the sky was getting dark, and other small animals were attracted by the fragrance and ran into the broken house.

The mountain ghost who was hiding on the side immediately appeared. "Woo--"

The mountain ghost roared, and the mountain rat was immediately frightened and ran away, and it came to the side of the wine bowl again, hesitantly picked up the white porcelain bowl and brought it to its mouth, and then drank the wine.

A burning sensation went down the throat into the abdomen, the whole body was hot but not painful, and there was a faint black gas on the body that was burned and discharged.

After a long while, the mountain ghost woke up from that intoxicating feeling, it looked around, and then sat down in the place where Yi Shuyuan had sat before, and it practiced here in the future.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had already left Yanshan with Ash Mian.

Even if he is not a scholar rushing to take the exam, how can Yi Shuyuan, the prosperous Chengtian Mansion, not take a look.

The last time Yi Shuyuan came, he entered Chengtianfu from the port with Lu Yuwei, because the port was too big, he couldn't even really enter the interior of the capital, and this time he entered from the direction of the mountain road in Yanshan.

Take the official road, pass through the Weinan Pass at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and then travel dozens of miles, and finally arrive at the capital of today's Dayong Imperial Court, Chengtianfu City.

Chengtianfu City is a rare male city in the world, standing outside the city gate, Yi Shuyuan looked up, the height of the city wall alone is nine zhang, and the bricks and stones on the wall are huge and tightly fitted.

This design can basically eliminate the possibility of most martial arts masters jumping by with light skills.

Even Yi Shuyuan was shocked when he saw it, and such a city wall surrounded the entire huge Chengtianfu City.

Although this direction is facing the direction of Yanshan, there is still an endless stream of people entering and leaving Chengtianfu City, but here, checking the road guide has become a lot stricter.

For Yi Shuyuan, this kind of thing has never been a problem, and obviously it is not impossible to accommodate here, he saw that someone couldn't find Lu Yin for a while, and he relied on stuffing a little silver to get through.

When you enter the city, you immediately feel another feeling, which is lively and busy, it is a thriving day, and people are buzzing everywhere.

You can see the most ordinary people, and you can occasionally see the existence of some strange costumes, and there are some people who are obviously from foreign lands.

Whether it's people dressed in silk or fur, you can see a wide variety of people here.

Some people looked at the scene in front of them with curiosity and amazement, and some people looked at the people in front of them with curiosity and amazement.

There is the Oiran who sits on a float and parades the streets, attracting countless bees and butterflies, so that the Confucian scholars who enter Beijing to take the exam are also flocking to it. Not to mention that you can see some people who are selling art stalls and dancing guns and sticks, but these people often have to avoid patrolling the capital, and from time to time they stage an ancient version of "hiding from the city".

Just a moment into the city, the prosperity of the capital division is in front of Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

Not to mention Yi Shuyuan, even Gray Mian looks a little stupid, Mingzhou City is already a big city, but if Mingzhou City is a gentle and beautiful ancient city, then Jingshi is a fiery and prosperous world.

When Yi Shuyuan was walking around, the voice in a restaurant on the side attracted his attention.

One person and one mink turned their eyes and saw that in the lobby of the building, the other places in front of a table were full of people, and the crowd did not speak, listening to the person holding the fan in front of the table talking and talking.

Yi Shuyuan walked over, stood at the door of the restaurant and listened quietly, and waved his hand to reject Xiao Er, who was about to greet him.

"It is said that the Kaiyang Grand Canal is nearly 10,000 miles of waterway, and in all the river temples, large and small, the statues of the gods have fallen one after another, and everyone says that it is the fall of the Kaiyang River God......"

"Some people even saw a huge fish head falling from the sky, and it was rumored that the Kaiyang River God violated the rules of heaven and was beheaded by the heavens....."

After these few words, it was already the end, and after the storyteller, he happily bowed his hand to the crowd. "Thank you for your face, thank you for your face!"

Many people take money and put it on the storyteller's table, probably because the restaurant doesn't give a commission. Yi Shuyuan also walked in, took a few copper coins from his sleeve and put them down before turning to leave.

And I didn't walk much before I saw another storyteller telling a similar story in a street teahouse, but the content was obviously different from the previous one.

"So soon, other storytellers have come up with stories!"

Obviously, the collapse of the statue of the god of the Wanli River is a hot thing, although there is no Internet here, but there is also popularity, and many storytellers have already arranged their own stories, and they have not yet come up with a high level.

The unified version that can be passed down in the future is naturally a classic. Hearing the exclamation of the gentleman, Gray Mian sighed.

"It's all messy and nonsense, and the storytelling skills are far worse than Mr.!" Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan was still very useful.

"That's natural, sir, I don't know how to deal with storytelling! Let's also talk about the book, let's talk about this river god, and see who says it well! ”

Some people died, but not completely......