Zhuo Qing was happy for a while, and when she saw Yi Shuyuan writing over there again, she stood by and watched.

saw that Yi Shuyuan was actually writing a letter, the general content was that Long Feiyang, a guest from the rivers and lakes, took Zhuo Qing out for a few days, and when he came back, he ransomed her body.

Zhuo Qing's expression became very exciting, Long Daxia may not understand, but this is simply slapping her mother's face, she can already imagine what her mother's expression was when she saw the letter.

But Zhuo Qing was not so scared now, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it.

After writing the letter, Yi Shuyuan sealed it, and then flew it out of the window, and at the same time blew out a mouthful of "....." out of the window

An obvious wind appeared, and when Zhuo Qing ran to the window to look, the letter had already flown into the air. "Where does it go?"

"Of course, I went to Yunxiang Pavilion, with Mr.'s temper, I would probably let it appear in your house, after all, I didn't close the window when I left."

Gray Mian stood on the windowsill and said this, and after looking back at Yi Shuyuan, he saw him nodding slightly.

A breeze carried the letter all the way to the port outside the city, flew to the thirteenth floor of the downstream square, rolled a burst of petals across the peach forest, and finally landed on the table in Zhuo Qing's boudoir, and at the same time opened the door bolt of the room.

The letter was not found in the evening as Yi Shuyuan expected, because not long after the letter arrived, a woman trotted outside the door.

This person was the woman in yellow that Yi Shuyuan had seen once before, but now that her dress had changed to blue, her steps became lighter when she arrived at the door.

"Sister Zhuo, Sister Zhuo, have you slept? I heard that you also got on the flower boat last night....."

The woman asked with a grin, and when she saw that there was no movement inside, she suddenly showed a disappointed look, and when she thought about leaving, she subconsciously reached out and pushed the door.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with a "creak". No locks?

The woman looked inside, crept in, jumped over the screen and looked at the bed, where the futon was neatly curtained and not lowered.

"Sister Zhuo? Sister Zhuo! "People aren't in the house?

The woman immediately walked in quickly, and saw that the window was open, and there were faint petals coming in with the wind, and then from the floor of the window to the tabletop, the petals were the most, and her eyes naturally followed the petals to see the letter on the table.

The woman picked up the letter and looked at it, and there were large letters written on the cover. "Sanniang personally enlightened ....."

Sanniang is the old bustard of Yunxiang Pavilion.

Look at this handwriting is strong and powerful, which is completely different from Sister Zhuo's delicate writing.

The woman's heart jumped slightly, and she subconsciously walked to the window to look outside, and then came back with the letter to find the bustard. It will be morning, and Yunxiang Pavilion is relatively leisurely, so it is enough to send a guest from time to time to say a few nice words.

Just as the bustard was standing in front of the door shaking a fan and looking at the peach forest in the distance, the woman who took the letter ran over in a panic, but she didn't want to attract attention.

"Mommy, Mommy....."

Hearing this, the old bustard frowned and looked at the comer. "What kind of system is it that is panicking, what is the matter?" The woman took out the letter and handed it over, and whispered.

"Sister Zhuo is not in the room, there is this letter on the table."

The old bustard felt a little bad in his heart, and immediately tore it open to check it after taking the letter, and he was immediately angry at this sight, and the loose flesh on his face was wrinkled together.

"Okay, you are a charlatan, and you dead girl is also fat, you dare to follow him! Have you forgotten the old lady's methods....."

Seeing the old bustard there, the woman who brought the letter was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak.

Not mentioning what kind of reaction Yunxiang Pavilion will make, anyway, Yi Shuyuan's side is not in a hurry at all.

Even Yi Shuyuan is not in a hurry to deal with the matter of the cat demon, although the strange change in the number of lives is very special, but after experiencing the last change, he has already vaguely grasped another part of his own way, and he is not in a hurry to seek the cat demon.

Of course, it is best to be able to fully understand it yourself, and then it is the icing on the cake to hear the other method later.

But Yi Shuyuan is also not in a hurry to find a place to realize the Tao, first, this Tao does not necessarily need to be retreated and enlightened, and if he thinks in his heart, he will realize it if he leaves the middle.

Second, Yi Shuyuan also hopes to do what he promised others first.

In the Muxin Tea House in the morning, Yi Shuyuan, who had not appeared for several days, appeared here again.

As soon as the guy outside saw Yi Shuyuan, he immediately greeted him warmly, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse was very happy, and personally left the counter to come over to salute and greet.

"Mr. Yi, I thought you wouldn't come back, hurry up, show Mr. tea in the old position!" Yi Shuyuan returned the salute, and then smiled.

"A while ago, there were some rumors by the canal, Yi pondered and meditated during this time, and compiled a paragraph of "The Backwardness of the River God".

The shopkeeper of the teahouse was overjoyed when he heard this, and his face was full of smiles.

"Oh, what is Mr. bothering, if Mr. is willing to tell stories in this building for a long time, let alone bother, it is okay to add two percent of the head!"

Some time ago, at night, the canal was very quiet, and many people on the river, especially some people on the boats, saw it, and there was a moment when it was full of dead fish, but they were quickly washed away by the water.

This incident also spread after the tea and dinner of the people in the capital, and the compilation of the postscript in Yi Shuyuan's mouth was based on it on the surface.

With the shouting of the people in the teahouse, Muxin Teahouse quickly gathered a wave of people listening to books, and many people from far and near were coming.

As early as when Yi Shuyuan had just entered the teahouse, some people inside and outside the teahouse left and rushed to report the news.

Because Yi Shuyuan is more casual in storytelling, not every day, these people are specially paid to wait here for others, and when they saw that the storyteller was coming, they ran desperately to inform others.

So by the time the tea was brewed and the book was ready to be taught, the inside and outside of the teahouse were quickly crowded. Yi Shuyuan swept towards a place in the hall on the first floor.

The man with a generous hand was now squeezing into the crowd with the help of the domestic servant, and naturally someone gave up the table when some silver taels were given.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, and the ruler in his hand also fell at this moment. "Smack~"

"What we want to talk about today is the "Backwardness of the River God", although the river god was beheaded by the heavenly realm, but not all of them are in the water, but there are still some gods and generals, who are still protecting the side..."33

"Sting~"

Yi Shuyuan's folding fan unfolded and fanned gently, and his voice paused slightly before continuing.

"The book was picked up, the head of the river god fell to the ground, the statue of the god of Wanli overturned, the believers on the shore had different opinions, and the water tribe was also in a panic.....

With Yi Shuyuan's narration, the tea guests who listened to the book gradually integrated into the story again and felt the panic of the water tribes.

Some chose to say goodbye and leave, while others disappeared directly, and the once thriving mansion of the god of water has now become a little desolate, but not all of them are gone.

In this case, the immortal actually visited again, and for a while everyone in the water mansion panicked, but after all, there was still a god who went out to face it.

This brings out Yi Shuyuan's story today - the canal subjugates demons!

Based on the recent events that happened at night outside Chengtian Port, it tells the unknowable mystery and thrill under the water. The audience combined the recent rumors, and then listened to the storyteller's emotional narration, which was as if it were a real thing, and the sense of substitution was even more in-depth.

Crab General Xie Qing, Mullet Captain Wu Dameng, River Patrol Yaksha Lu Le Gong.....

Some of the water gods and generals who have names and surnames and are still guarding the Kaiyang Grand Canal have gradually become known in Yi Shuyuan's mouth through stories.

On the corner table in the teahouse, there are also people who work hard to record quickly, although they can't remember it completely, but they strive to complete the story, and even a few people have agreed with each other to record the passages, and strive to be more complete.

The story ends, and the people listening to the book gradually disperse.

Because there is a commission for the teahouse, no one has made a special trip to give money.

Several people who were obviously traveling with them walked to Yi Shuyuan's table to give a big salute to the elder, and only after greeting did they leave with the manuscripts.

Now Mr. Yi's ability and stomach are not convinced even among his peers.

When there were fewer people, the man sitting a little farther away got up and walked to Yi Shuyuan's table again, and praised him. "Sir's book is really never tired of listening, and it will be a great pity if such skills are lost in the future....."

Yi Shuyuan got up and returned the salute and said with a smile.

"There is no need for Your Excellency to worry about this matter, I have already accepted the apprentice, but I am not around for the time being."

After thinking about it, the man invited again, but now his posture has become much more sincere, because the person in front of him is really not for profit.

Although storytelling is a small way, regardless of open-mindedness or talent, this Mr. Yi can be called a rare person in the past and present.

"Mr. Yi, Tan still wants to invite Mr. to talk at home again, and there is no time limit, Mr. is free and willing, just want to finish the story in your book before and after, don't fall halfway through!"

I thought that I would still be rejected this time, but I didn't expect Yi Shuyuan to nod and agree this time.

"Master Tan's many invitations also show his sincerity, and Yi has been free recently, so he won't refuse." Tan Yuanshang was overjoyed when she heard this.

"So good! Mr. just open his mouth about how much commission he wants, and don't have any worries! Yi Shuyuan looked at Tan Yuanshang calmly and thought for a while.

"Yi knows that Master Tan is a capable person, and a friend surnamed Long has encountered an incident, hoping to get Master Tan's help......"

Tan Yuansheng frowned. "What's the matter?"

After listening to Yi Shuyuan's whispered narration, Tan Yuansheng's brows quickly relaxed, thinking that it was a great thing.

The thirteenth floor workshop does have some background, and is even in charge of the teaching department of the imperial court, but for Tan Yuansheng, can this be regarded as a matter?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Yi is too worried, since Mr. has already spoken about this matter, Tan has the courage to boast, and now it is considered a ...... The friend of the gentleman is also a man of temperament! ”

After listening to Yi Shuyuan's story, Tan Yuanshang suddenly appreciated Yi Shuyuan not only because of his storytelling skills, this storyteller is really a wonderful person!

While Yi Shuyuan politely thanked him, his eyes also looked across the street outside the teahouse. Zhuo Qing, who was lying on her shoulder, was standing there in a daze.

With Gray Mian by his side, Zhuo Qing walked freely in the city today, and under the reminder of the former intentionally or unintentionally, he also went to the teahouse to listen to books together.

At this moment, seeing the storyteller, although his demeanor and demeanor were different, Zhuo Qing recognized the folding fan, and even had a special feeling in his heart.

"The storyteller is the Dragon Hero, right?"

Zhuo Qing muttered a question, and Gray Mian wanted to answer in one bite, but considering her emotions, he turned to Yi Shuyuan's sometimes tone and said.

"Yes and no, the storyteller is Mr., the Dragon Hero is also Mr., and even the Sword Immortal Mi Li, who looks very similar to you, is also Mr., and the change of Mr. is not like the illusion of those vulgar people, it is from the heart to the form.

"More than that, not about the phase!"

After Gray Mian finished speaking, he was very satisfied that he could say such unfathomable words. "Power Fence ......"

Zhuo Qing repeated the name, and also thought of the real thing, Mi Fence refers to a kind of soft veil, hazy to cover the face and not clear vision, and it is often used in the building.

"You just like Long Feiyang, but Mr. is not just Long Feiyang, do you understand?" Gray Mian said this, and Zhuo Qing smiled again.

"Well, Mr. Yi and Sister Mi Li are also very likeable! More than that, not about the phase, Mr. is not just a dragon flying, but Mr. has always been a sir, right? ”

Zhuo Qing looked sideways at the little mink hidden on his shoulder, and he actually made Gray Mian speechless for a while. Gray Mian couldn't help but re-examine Zhuo Qing, this girl has a bit of understanding!

PS: I don't know if there are any high school students who read this book, the foundation is tied to the past, and the flowers bloom only in the present, I wish you a safe and healthy life!

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