Qingfeng sent Yi Shuyuan to fly over the city, skimmed the outside of the city on the east and west sides of the ridge, and saw Mai Lingfei and Pei Changtian standing opposite each other, seeing that this posture was obviously a competition.

Pei Changtian stood solemnly and bowed to Ah Fei.

"Mai Daxia, you can accept Pei's rude challenge again, Pei is grateful, so that I can know how big the gap between myself and the innate master is now!"

Ah Fei returned the salute.

"Brother Pei, don't worry, I will do my best!"

Pei Changtian had a smile on his face.

"Okay, with the words of Mai Daxia, Pei Changtian is content!"

Ah Fei looked around, looked at the city a little farther away, and also looked at the woodland next to the official road in the distance, and still remembered that Mr. Yi had also instructed him in martial arts outside the city back then, so that he could understand the gap between himself and the innate realm.

Of course, Pei Changtian is a generation of martial arts masters, and he can't talk about guidance in martial arts, but just to meet the other party's wishes.

"After today, Mai will no longer ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes!"

"Mai Daxia, you."

Looking at Pei Changtian's expression, Ah Fei smiled and stretched out a hand as an invitation to start.

"Please!"

"Please!"

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

A gust of wind passed by Ah Fei and Pei Changtian, blowing their clothes and hunting, even though the martial arts of the two were the best in the world, they were already two old men.

And Yi Shuyuan did not wait to see the result of the competition, but left Dengzhou with the breeze, and then soared, flying into the distance with a sense of swaying, which was also the direction of Zeng's home.

Looking back in the direction of Lingdong, it was a place that used to be vigorous.

"Sir, shall we see who wins?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Need to see it?"

"Oh, too, how could Ah Fei lose!"

Yi Shuyuan's smile didn't change, it's not a matter of losing or losing, it's just that even though he has achieved immortal success at this moment, he is also a little sentimental, and he doesn't want to see the result.

Maybe he also noticed this, maybe he also felt it, he lay on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and looked back at Lingdong, and sighed after a long time.

"Sir, I went to find Tan Yuanshang before, of course he didn't know, after this autumn harvest in Lingdong Road and Hexi Road, Tan Yuanshang would also live in complete seclusion and not reappear, plus Chu Hang passed away, as well as Mai Lingfei, Duan Silie, Lin Xiu, Wu Minggao, two generations of Mingjun and many people."

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but interrupt the gray exhortation.

"Hey, some of them are still alive!"

Ash Mian grinned, and couldn't help but complain.

"Sir, you've broken the atmosphere I've been brewing."

After saying this, Gray Mian paused for a moment, and then continued to speak again with feelings.

"Even if it's just until Chu Hang leaves, does it mean the end of an era?"

Yi Shuyuan was silent for a long time, with a faint smile on his calm face, nodded and shook his head slightly.

"There are talents from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years"

And, at least their stories will live on! ——

Early the next morning, Yuezhou, Yuanjiang County.

Xihe Village, which seems to never change much, has also changed a lot now.

When Yi Shuyuan returned here, if it weren't for the fact that the West River, which is a tributary of the Ejiang River, had not been diverted, he would almost not have recognized this place.

Although more than 20 years have passed since the last time he left home, Yi Shuyuan still remembers that he also came once in the middle, and his hometown has not changed so dramatically.

And now, the original scope and pattern of the entire Xihe Village have changed a lot, not to mention that the scope has expanded a lot, let's talk about the changes in the houses, there are white walls and black tiles everywhere, many roads in the village are paved with bluestone slabs, and even the courtyard walls are neatly repaired.

There are several bridges over the West River.

Many thatched huts that used to be everywhere seem to be gone, and there are still many similar buildings in the original grain drying site.

Needless to say, all these changes must be related to the Yi family, how can ordinary people affect such a pattern change.

It has to be said that this change in pattern is quite beautiful, looking at Xihe Village from the air and the Koonam Mountain, which is vaguely connected by roads and fields, it is like a painting.

It's just that no matter how beautiful this painting is, Yi Shuyuan can't appreciate it very much, because the beauty in his heart is incomparable.

When he was in the air before, Yi Shuyuan had already seen that the Yi family's mansion had changed again, becoming more magnificent and unfamiliar, and even the address was no longer the original one.

Yi Shuyuan did not enter the village, and after falling from the sky, he walked on the path outside the village, crossed the bridge to the field of the West River, and walked along the path of the sky.

Most of the buildings in Xihe Village are on the shore on one side and the fields on the other, but this has not changed.

A small village, there are two bridges across the river, although the West River is not very wide, but it is not too narrow, this bridge is naturally a little doorway, not very small, but also very special.

Some villagers fetch water, wash water, and wash rice on the other side, and watching a Confucian student across the river fan and look over to this side, it also attracted many villagers to look at him.

However, it is not uncommon for Confucian scholars to come here to admire, and the villagers are not surprised, except that occasionally someone points and whispers and laughs over there

After all, the scenery of Koonan Mountain is famous far and wide, and it is still quite favored by literati and artists, and "Xihe Town at the foot of Koonan Mountain" is now also famous.

Yi Shuyuan could hear people talking about where he came from, whether he was from Yuezhou Academy, or whether he was a literati and ink scholar there, but no one recognized him as a native of Xihe Village.

Of course, Yi Shuyuan at this moment is not what he looked like he was back then.

When he walked to the second bridge, Yi Shuyuan showed some smiles on his face, folded the fan in his hand, and flung it forward to become a thin fishing rod.

An old man with a felt hat and a slightly rickety figure walked from the stone road on that side, and a middle-aged domestic servant beside him followed.

Although he no longer seemed to be able to straighten his waist completely, the old man's pace was still relatively steady, and he walked to the river step by step, and immediately many people by the river greeted him.

"Old lady Yi!" "Old lady, are you coming out today?"

"Old lady, the weather is cool today, I'll fish for a while, can you give me some advice?"

The old man nodded and smiled, put his hands behind his back, walked to the bridge step by step, looked at the river, looked at the direction of Eshui in the distance of the river, seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to have some doubts about why he came here.

"Ah Wei, I forgot my fishing rod."

The servant on one side explained.

"Old lady, we're here for a walk."

"Oh, walk, walk"

The old man walked up the steps, he didn't need the help of a servant, but when he reached the center of the stone bridge, the old man looked at the water again, and turned back to ask.

"Ah Wei, did you bring the fishing rod?"

"Old lady, we're here for a walk. I'm Ade."

"Oh, oh, what about Awe?"

The old man was puzzled, and the servant hesitated, and said again the lie he had told so many times.

"Ah Wei went to his grandson's house two years ago to enjoy his happiness."

"Oh"

The old man nodded, and then his eyes turned, but he suddenly saw that not far from the bridge on the opposite bank, there were actually people fishing early in the morning.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at it, he couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed to be a Confucian student.

Hey, maybe it's from Yuezhou.

The old man walked to the opposite shore excitedly, although "Ah Wei" seemed to have forgotten to bring a fishing rod, but if someone else was fishing, he still had to go over and see how much he had caught!

Yi Shuyuan held a fishing rod in his hand, using a stone as a stool, and sat not far from the bridge to fish, his eyes staring at the fish drift seemed to be distracted, but he heard the words on the other side of the bank and the bridge just now.

"Alas, you Confucian student, how many fish have you caught?"

The old man's voice came, Yi Shuyuan turned his head to look, and the old man who was followed by the servant had already arrived, and his pace was already very vigorous among the old people of this age.

"Oh, it's only been a while, and I haven't caught any fish at all!"

With a smile on his face, the old man walked up to Yi Shuyuan step by step, looked at the fish basket on the side, and indeed there was no fish, and the smile on his face seemed to be even brighter.

"Young people, fishing needs to be patient, calm down, our West River is connected to Eshui, there are often big fish rushing here, and some people have even seen river pigs."

"Well, the old gentleman is right!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled, and there was some special emotion in the depths of his eyes, while Gray Mian leaned close to Yi Shuyuan's ear and whispered.

"Sir, Yong'an can't even recognize you"

(End of chapter)