Inside the house, Wang Li, wrapped in a quilt, was having a dream that was both magical and absurd.

Wang Li in the dream, sometimes like a bystander, sometimes like a participant, a dream spans decades and witnesses an extraordinary story.

There are ghosts, gods, demons and fairies in dreams, there are human scenery and terrifying yin, sometimes like a sweet dream, sometimes like a nightmare.

In a normal sense, ordinary people will not have any effect even if they come into contact with the medium of conveying the gods with things, on the one hand, their own spirit is weak, and more importantly, their spirit is relatively loose and there is no aura or mana to pry.

But Ji Yuan, as a spellcaster, moved his hands and feet slightly, which naturally allowed Wang Li to touch the paper and see it, but ordinary people's spirits were not enough to bear too much information in an instant, so they would enter a state of sleep in a protective manner and digest it in the form of dreams.

This point has already been seen in "Tongming Strategy", not that Ji Yuan has used any dream magic, but he has not learned the dream technique yet, of course, the degree of Ji Yuan in the middle is well controlled, so as not to make Wang Li uncomfortable.

This process will not have any adverse effect on Wang Li himself, because it is not forced and the way is gentle, so the only problem is Wang Li's memory, if his memory is very poor, he may forget some key points before he has time to write.

Ji Yuan's use of things to convey the gods is also a talent to learn, far from cultivating at home, and it is using ordinary paper as a medium, and once triggered, the essence of the gods will be dispersed.

But this is also the fate of the law, the fate of this storyteller, if you forget it completely, the story of Bailu Yuan and the fate of the plan will be known, naturally it will not be broken, but it will not look for Wang Li again.

Standing outside the courtyard for a while, Ji Yuan listened to Wang Li's breathing in the house and fell asleep, and a child in the alley rushed to the courtyard of this house and knocked on the door.

"Bang ......"

"Xiaodong, we're going to pick up firecrackers, are you going?"

Three children shouted from outside.

"Go, go, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'll be right away when I'm in a minute!"

The boy's excited voice came from the courtyard, and he hurried out with a bun in his mouth.

"Wear a scarf and don't catch a cold!"

Later, the boy's mother chased him out and wrapped a cotton scarf around her son before letting him go.

A total of four children were round out of the hospital, and the footsteps rushed out of the alley and rushed out of the alley.

Firecrackers are a rare thing, and large families will only set off during the New Year's holidays, but not every string of firecrackers has a chance to explode, and some will be popped out when other firecrackers burst.

These fish that have slipped through the net are the treasures of children, and many children will look for places to let off firecrackers in the past few days of the Chinese New Year, rummaging for small firecrackers that have not yet sounded.

Seeing the children's laughter go away, Ji Yuan was also infected by this atmosphere, and walked away with a smile, remembering that he seemed to have done something similar when he was a child.

When I returned to Yongning Street, the blinding method naturally dissipated, and Ji Yuan walked forward on the street like an ordinary person.

Although he is going back to the Chu Mansion Library, it is not a hurry, although he maintains a normal schedule now, it will not have any impact if he does not sleep for ten days and half a month.

The Qingteng Sword is suspended behind it, and it has been very quiet since last night when it swept the Qingqi, and it is also a fairy sword with Qingteng entwining Lingyun, and the meaning of the New Year is also of great significance to the Qingteng Sword, so last night Ji Yuan will let the fairy sword rise into the air.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, there was a slight sharp sound of the fairy sword behind him, and Ji Yuan looked sideways.

"Awake?"

"Buzz ......"

The Qingteng Sword responded with a light roar, and the sword body was suspended behind Ji Yuan, obviously not moving, and it was not unsheathed, but there was an undetectable sword intent that scanned all directions, so that all foreign objects could not be hidden within the range of the Immortal Sword Qi Machine.

The more you go forward, the richer and richer people become, and the kind of big garden mansion begins to appear.

It is also a major "battleground" for some children.

"We came here first, you go over there to pick it up, there's no one over there!"

"Nonsense, we just picked it up here, and you just came!"

There were two groups of children arguing around one mansion, one moment they were still fighting, the next moment the two sides clashed, and the two armies gathered together and killed the other mansions together.

"Show me how many you've picked up!" "Oh, you've got a dozen!"

"I've got twenty!" "I'm only seven......"

"We'll put it together in a while!"

......

When Ji Yuan walked by, there were more than one or two waves of such children, and they didn't care about rummaging around with their frozen red fingers, and they wanted to harvest the treasure before those porters swept the door.

Many concierges will kick their children away when they come out with a broom, not necessarily because everyone is fierce, but because of their duty.

Ji Yuan walked and walked to the outside of the Chu Mansion, and there was a steamed bun shop he frequented across the street, ready to buy some steamed buns before going to the library.

The porter of the Chu Mansion was an old man who was over half a hundred years old, who was leaning against the side of the gate, pestle the broom and watching the two children in big flower jackets rummaging through firecrackers, and asked the two children with a smile.

"How many are you?"

"I'm eleven, he's almost twenty!"

"Amazing, na, I still have a few pieces of candy here, you help me sweep the firecracker stem, and the sugar will be given to you, how about it?"

"Yes, yes!" "You are not allowed to lie to us!"

The two children took the broom and dustpan from the old man in a hurry, and swept it very vigorously, and this kind of thing is naturally not difficult for the children of the common people.

Ji Yuan also stopped to take a look on the side, he had seen this old man of the Chu family a few times, in fact, he was not a porter and more like a steward, active in various parts of the Chu family, sometimes doing chores and sometimes commanding, and he was very trusted by the Chu family.

As far as mortal dust is concerned, this person is actually quite remarkable, at least he looks old, but he has a good martial arts.

Ji Yuan can also be regarded as a master of martial arts in the world, and the "goodness" in his heart already has considerable weight.

Seeing a gentleman standing on the side with a smile, the old porter also bowed his hand to Ji Yuan, which was regarded as congratulating the New Year with strangers.

Ji Yuan also politely replied, and waited for the two children to finish sweeping the ground and get the candy before leaving, walking to the steamed bun shop over there.

After that, a cup of tea was not enough, and Ji Yuan had already appeared on the third floor of the library in the backyard of Chu Mansion.

There are few bookshelves on the third floor of this book pavilion, there are two tables and chairs, and there are no ornaments in the rest of the place, which seems to be empty, but in autumn and summer, the pavilion doors on both sides of the third floor are opened, and it is definitely a transparent and comfortable environment.

In the end, it is the bookstore of a large family, and on one of the bookshelves on the third floor, there are neatly placed the four treasures of the supporting study, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all of the highest quality.

Ji Yuan sat in front of one of the tables, eating pickle buns while flipping through a set of "Baifu Tongjian" found from the second floor, a total of six volumes.

The thirteen states of Dazhen, a total of nearly 100 provinces of vast land, this set of books roughly talks about some of the famous places and customs of each province, although the time of writing is seventy or eighty years ago, but it is still vivid and interesting, and there is also reference significance.

Before the five pickle buns were finished, Ji Yuan heard a voice gradually approaching the book pavilion, and after looking up and listening to it, Ji Yuan continued to eat and read on the third floor without moving, and someone below had already opened the door of the book pavilion.

"Brother Chu, I heard that King Jin descended from the sky last night, is it true?"

"Do you know about this?"

"Then how can I not know, I also know that King Wu has dropped his cup in the morning!"

"Hey, you dare to say that. ”

"Isn't this in front of Brother Chu! By the way, is the matter of the Jin Palace?"

The two young people below chatted energetically, one dressed in light green and well-proportioned cotton cedar, wrapped in a fur scarf, and the other in an ink-colored brocade robe, accompanied by the old man who had just made a cameo appearance in the porter.

Hearing another young man's curious question, the prince of the Chu Mansion also told the truth.

"Hehe, my father was also invited to the Jin Wangfu last night, and that Xiangrui was seen by the whole Jinwang Mansion, and ah, ......"

At this point, this son of the Chu family subconsciously lowered his voice.

Moreover, the Holy One also called for the appearance of the man of God, and I heard that there was a manifestation of the white mist, but the man of God did not come in the end. ”

These two sentences made Ji Yuan on the third floor stunned, he really didn't expect that someone in the Chu Mansion was also in the Jin Palace's Mansion last night.

As if he had just realized what he was doing, the son of the Chu family asked the old man.

"Uncle Xu, where is the set of "Hundred Birds" that my father sent someone to copy from the Jin Palace? ”

"Oh, on the second floor, I'll find it for Childe. ”

After the old man responded, he walked all the way up to the second floor with small steps, and found a bookshelf and turned out a box of cardboard books of "The Theory of a Hundred Birds".

It's just that when I was about to go downstairs, my nose moved.

"Huh?"

This confused nasal voice was very low, but it made Ji Yuan on the third floor pause and look at the pickle bag in his hand.

'Misstep, misstep!'

Sure enough, just a few breaths later, the old man's vigorous toes clicked up to the third floor a few times, and the whole process was silent.

After going up to the third floor, the old man looked left and right, sniffed carefully, frowned, opened the attic door and walked around the porch, but he didn't see anyone.

He simply climbed up to the roof of the attic like an ape hanging from a tree, and gently fell on the snow on the roof.

Carefully scanning, I found that the snow on the roof was very neat, except for my own feet there were no footprints, and then I looked at the cantilevered cornice of the lower layers, and there was no trace of trampling on the snow above.

'Could it be that I'm too careful?'

When the old man was puzzled, the urging voice of the son of the Chu family came from downstairs.

"Uncle Xu, did you find it?"

The old man hurriedly turned back to the attic and responded to the bottom of the stairs.

"Found it, come down immediately!"

As soon as the old man left, Ji Yuan came out from behind the shadow of a desk and sat down at the desk again.

This old man is quite sharp! But Master Yin, it seems that his fame has spread a little. ’