After a while, Yi Shuyuan came back to his senses, and it was no longer important to him whether he was doomed or not. Maintaining this sense of awareness is the top priority at this moment.

Yi Shuyuan gradually fell to the side of the canal, flew directly into a woodland on the bank, and found a big stone in the forest to sit down. Slowly closing his eyes, Yi Shuyuan grasped the hilt of the sword and held the unsheathed long sword in his hand horizontally in front of him.

"Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell....."

At this moment, there is no wind and rain, and there is no wind to hinder, and the sound of raindrops hitting the sword is even clearer, and even has a rhythm.

Or, Yi Shuyuan's heart carries a rhythm. This is a kind of sonorous iron horse!

The floating sword qi on the sword body loomed, which seemed to correspond to Yi Shuyuan's state of mind at the moment. Then, Yi Shuyuan let go of his hand, and the long sword was suspended in the air.

And in the depths of the state of mind, all the artistic conception of heaven and earth disappeared, everything returned to darkness, and only one was left sitting on a rock, and the sky above was not the sun and the moon, but illuminated by a sword light.

The gray Mian who shrank in Yi Shuyuan's neckline did not dare to come out, for fear of disturbing Mr. Enlightenment. "Dangdang~"

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids twitched slightly, this is the pipa plucked string attack.

And the long sword that Yin Chen turned into was blurred in front of Yi Shuyuan, and a sword intent was like an invisible winter north wind, spreading to the surroundings with a chill of the wind, and even Gray Mian couldn't help but shrink into Yi Shuyuan's clothes.

"Dangdang~"

The string sound started again, and the supposed sturdy sword body of the Flying Sword twisted like flowing water, flying around the top of Yi Shuyuan's head.

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids shook quickly, and then calmed down, he didn't open his eyes, and the light in the artistic conception was spreading rapidly.

The scabbard that was still in his hand turned into a lute at this moment.

A song of the spring breeze jade song taught by Zhuo Qing before started, and the sonorous and powerful pipa song came together in the tactful turn, and the long sword disappeared in an instant, leaving only a phantom sword intent permeating.

There is occasional light and shadow in the rain, as if the light of the sun and the moon is refracted in the raindrops.....

Yi Shuyuan slowly opened his eyes, the sword intent was there, and it was also very strong, but it was not comfortable enough!

The Spring Breeze Jade Song is more tactful and simpler, and it is not difficult to pop up, but if you want to integrate the sword intent and pop out the more difficult sword song, it feels a little stiff fingers.

What Yi Shuyuan is thinking about is no longer a sword, but a pipa song that is either tactful or powerful!

As soon as his mind moved, Yi Shuyuan's body shape had changed into a power fence again, and at this moment, it was not only the feeling of the rhythm but also the obvious changes in the sword intent and external sword qi in his heart.

The change may not have been enhanced much, but it became very clear, as if it had been blended in.

Yi Shuyuan cocked Erlang's legs, put the pipa on his legs, and integrated the sword intent of both rigidity and softness in the most relaxed and comfortable posture.

"Dangdang~"

The strings sound again, and the sword moves as it pleases..... This is the track from the previous life!

The next moment, as the fingertips played the strings deeper, the flying sword was like a phantom rain and an invisible light and shadow, tactfully turning outside and killing and hiding in it.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the nearby birds, animals, and small insects seemed to stiffen there, and even the flowers and trees seemed to have faded their color.

Yi Shuyuan's fingers plucked quickly on the strings, like a fingertip dance, and his voice was sometimes slow and sometimes rapid.

With Yi Shuyuan as the center, it seems that there is only himself and his position at this moment, and there is still color left in the flying long sword, and everything else is gray.

The speed of mana consumption seems to be even more rapid than the pipa song, and the artistic conception is like a tsunami, and Yi Shuyuan sits firmly on the reef and does not move.

It's been a long time, and it's finished.

That sword intent gradually faded, and the color of the world re-emerged..... "....."

Yi Shuyuan exhaled lightly, so hanging, he almost couldn't finish playing!

Fortunately, the pipa in Yi Shuyuan's hand turned back into a scabbard again, and the scabbard in his left hand was erected, and a sword shadow fell from the sky. With a sound of "Zheng~", the sword has been sheathed.

By the time Yi Shuyuan handed the sword to his right hand, the long sword had turned back into a folding fan in the faint mist flowing, and Yi Shuyuan had once again changed back to the original face of the storyteller.

"Hey, it's not bad!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled, saying that it was just not bad, not to mention how happy he was in his heart.

"Sir, you're so powerful, what kind of Edgeworth was that? It's just amazing, I don't even know how to describe it, it's so nice and amazing! ”

Gray Mian seemed to be even more excited than Yi Shuyuan, jumping on his shoulder and waving a pair of front paws continuously, it was indeed not high, but it felt extremely sharp.

The feeling I gave to Gray Mian just now was very peculiar, and the sword intent and the rhythm couldn't be distinguished at all.

Listening to the voice, it felt as if a sword was pointing at it, and as the pitch changed high and low and continued to hurry, it seemed as if I was completely surrounded by an invisible slaughter, becoming narrower and narrower.....

Gray Mian knows that Mr. will not hurt himself, so what if it is an enemy? "Awesome, right? Sir will get more and more powerful in the future! ”

Yi Shuyuan did not hesitate to praise himself, folding the fan and gently fanning the wind.

It's just that at this time, Yi Shuyuan suddenly looked back, in the spring rain, the rock he had sat on just now gradually turned into powder, and if there were outsiders present, it looked as if it had been dissolved by the rain.

After thinking about it, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, Yi Shuyuan walked to the bottom of a big tree in the forest, sat down against the trunk, and then took out his own wine gourd.

Uncorked the bottle and looked inside, while Gray Mian stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and held his hair and followed. "Xuan Ji, the taste inside the Qiankun gourd is not pleasant, right?"

Not only is it uncomfortable, this gourd is equivalent to the treasure of Yi Shuyuan's artistic conception Dan furnace.

The gourd is not only a container for storing wine, but also a terrifying furnace inside, which seems to be full of wine, but under the mixture of will, you can simply see the qi of the five elements of yin and yang forging, and the real fire is raging.....

Hyun Ji seems to be in an endless burning, the pain is so strong that she wants to seek death and escape, but she seems to have nowhere to focus in the big waves.

Although the gourd mouth was opened, Xuan Ji couldn't see it, and at this moment, when she heard Yi Shuyuan's voice, her painful and drowsy consciousness suddenly woke up.

Not a woman? The sound is familiar, too! It's him!

Hyun Ji suddenly remembered the scene in the mountains, and the calm and mocking eyes before and after coincided in her memory.

"You are! Who are you, I have no grievances with you, why do you do this to me? Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"No grievances? And who of the people you killed had a grudge against you? Without waiting for Xuan Ji to speak, Yi Shuyuan said again.

"You don't have to say that it's all their own greed or something, after all, I'm not here to reason with you, so you can tell me how you felt when you were resurrected, right?"

Yi Shuyuan actually doesn't need the whole secret of the cat demon, and cares more about that feeling, but in Xuan Ji's ears, he doesn't think it's like this.

"You are an immortal cultivator, I am a demon in your eyes, even if I tell you the method, can you let me go? Or can you give me anything in return? ”

Gray Mian whispered beside Yi Shuyuan. "Don't think!"

Yi Shuyuan also thought about it for a while and decided to be sincere.

"It's impossible to let you go, but if you tell me sincerely, I'll kill you, and if you don't say it, then stay."

This would seem very strange to others, and they would be killed if they said it, but in Hyun Ji, there was a little hope, death was terrible, but she still had a life, and being able to die was equivalent to escaping.

"Can I trust you?"

"So how? I'm more credible than a demon like you, right? But the ugly words are ahead, now that you are in my magic weapon, I have my own synaesthesia ability, and I can know if you are lying to me. ”

Xuan Ji has no body at the moment, and the struggle of her mind in the gourd is equivalent to being completely transparent to Yi Shuyuan, and she can feel all kinds of unwilling emotions.

After a long while, Hyun Ji spoke.

"But what if I say, it's hard for me to tell?" "It seems that it is....."

Without Xuan Ji explaining anything, Yi Shuyuan already understood that her words were not lies. "Then I'll have to let you die once and let me see!"

Yi Shuyuan's understated words fell, and the gourd in his hand seemed to be no longer a gourd, but a Dan furnace.

Rumble.....

The wine in the gourd seemed to turn into a blazing flame. "Ahh

Hyun Ji immediately screamed, this pain was more intense than before, I don't know how many times. The phantom of the demon spirit appeared, and gradually the furnace became distorted.

"Meow--"

This kind of miserable howl was so bad that he couldn't laugh at it, and he didn't dare to move on Yi Shuyuan's neck, but he was still not to be outdone.

"Good fellow, it's a shame to catch it, so fierce!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't speak, this kind of refining method in the furnace was much slower than ordinary killing, and the gourd in his hand was simply like an extension of his mental conception, everything in it was clear in his heart, and naturally it also included the change in the qi of the cat demon.

Moreover, in this case, if the cat demon really had the possibility of escaping the gourd after death, then Yi Shuyuan could also quickly terminate the refining.

However, judging from the current situation, the sealing effect of the gourd is good.

"Sorry, I forgot to say it, even if you die, you may still not be able to get out!"

Saying this, the cat demon's miserable howl was already weak, and it was naturally impossible to scold angrily.

During this time, the people who were in a depressed mood except for the old bustard of Yunxiang Pavilion on the thirteenth floor of the Fang are estimated to be Emperor Dayong. This Tan Yuanshang is in the imperial study, chatting with the emperor who rarely has a leisurely moment.

"Alas, after listening to the book that night, this Mr. Yi actually disappeared, there shouldn't be that question...... "The "that question" that the emperor refers to is the sentence "Do you know who I am".

In the eyes of Emperor Dayong, Yi Shuyuan, who would be at that meeting, definitely knew his identity as emperor, and when he asked it, in the eyes of such masters, it might represent a certain degree of showdown, so he simply fled.

Tan Yuanshang was drinking tea and eating pastries on the chair sitting on the side, and couldn't help but interject when he heard this. "Your Majesty, don't sigh......"

It's useless to sigh.

Hearing Tan Yuansheng's words, the emperor couldn't help but say.

"These imperial guards are all wine bags and rice bags, and they can't even look at a storyteller!" Tan Yuanshang glanced at Zhang Liangxi on the side, who smiled and didn't say a word, so he could only say it himself.

"Your Majesty is angry, you let them secretly take care of it, and you don't allow them to show up to stop it, and Mr. Yi has a friend like Long Feiyang, it's really not easy to keep an eye on it."

When it came to Long Feiyang, Zhang Liangxi also thought carefully in his heart, he had never heard of this person in the rivers and lakes, but this person's martial arts were absolutely high.

However, such a master did not disrespect the government and the opposition, otherwise there would not be Yi Shuyuan asking Tan Yuanshang for help, and the emperor also smiled when he heard Tan Yuansheng mention this name.

"The friends made by Mr. Yi are indeed very extraordinary." The emperor's sense of Long Feiyang is not bad, and the reason is similar to what Zhang Liangxi thinks in his heart.

This friend of Yi Shuyuan has a mysterious master like Long Feiyang, and Tan Yuanshang is also interested in befriending him, even himself, the emperor of Dayong, why not favor him.

This is more in line with the emperor's imagination of strange people and celebrities.

What you can't get is always the best, and this principle applies to everything, so much so that the emperor's expectations for this year's imperial examination are a little weaker.

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