Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Of course, Yi Yong'an didn't think that Yi Shuyuan in front of him was actually the son of his real uncle. He was still thinking about some of the jokes he had made in the past, that is, gods could really never grow old.

But looking at Yi Shuyuan's gray hair and recalling every detail of life with his uncle, Yi Yong'an also shook his head in a funny way.

When the whole family gets together, and there is a lovely Shi Sheng, there is endless talk and endless conversation.

Even the older generation in the village heard that Yi Shuyuan was back, and many people came to visit him.

Chat, reminisce about old times, and say a few words about "not looking old".

It wasn't until dinner was prepared near meal time that everyone's excitement calmed down.

But when it was time to eat, the conversation started again at the dinner table.

Although the Yi family is now considered a wealthy family, they do not have domestic servants at home. They still live on their own as a family and hire people to help plant the land they cannot grow themselves.

"Brother, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Yi Baokang had always been concerned about this matter. Counting before the meal and now, it was mentioned for the third time, so Yi Shuyuan had no choice but to apologize again.

"I'm the elder brother, no, I won't do it anymore. But in fact, I also left a message at the beginning, so it doesn't count as leaving without saying goodbye."

"How can that be considered farewell? You get us drunk with wine and let a child deliver the message?"

Yi Abao hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and said.

"Grandpa, don't keep mentioning this. You've mentioned it several times!"

Shi Sheng kept listening with curiosity, while Mrs. Li on the side kept picking up food for him.

"Auntie, that's enough. I won't be able to finish it."

Shi Sheng looked at his bowl. The rice was almost covered with meat and vegetables.

"Eat until you finish. Children are growing, so they should eat more!"

Under the table, Hui Mian stayed on Shi Sheng's lap, constantly making signals with his paws, which probably meant: "It's okay, I'm here with you, if you can't finish it, give it to me!"

Ms. Li liked this child more and more the more she looked at it. He was very cute. She even had the idea of ​​having another child. She felt that given their age as a couple, having another child would not be a problem.

Mrs. Li couldn't help but glance at Yi Yong'an frequently, seeing the latter eating his food fiercely and not daring to respond casually.

This action also made Yi Shuyuan feel funny in his heart.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao also grabbed the wine bottle again and stood up to pour wine for Yi Shuyuan, and said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, uncle's medicinal wine is really good. I used to have headaches and fever, but I haven't had any colds since that year."

"Mom, it's because your life is getting better and you don't have to work too much, so you naturally get less sick!"

Mrs. Zhao glared at Yi Yongan, refuting all these good words, just like his father, who had no discernment.

Then Zhao filled Yi Shuyuan's glass of wine with a smile on her face, without stopping to talk.

"Uncle, you have a lot of knowledge. A Bao praised you to the heavens. When Mr. Wu, the chief registrar, came to our house, he praised you very much. Why don't you find an official position? "

Yi Shuyuan not only smiled in his heart, but also grinned on his face.

After all, the Zhao family is still the Zhao family. Even if the years go by, just like some people's personalities, and just like Yi Baokang's friendship for his brother, some things are not easy to change.

Yi Shuyuan didn't have any objection and just answered with a smile.

"Life in this world is not only about fame and wealth, but also about personal interests and worldly relations, but there is no need for intrigue. I still prefer to travel around the world, taste delicious food, and talk about stories!"

Shi Sheng finally seized the opportunity to say a word for his master and quickly interjected.

"I can testify that Master is a great storyteller! Although I have never heard him speak seriously."

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Shi Sheng, drank the wine in the glass, and said to everyone at the dinner table.

"Why don't I tell you a story today?"

Yi Baokang smiled when he heard this.

"I haven't heard my brother talk about books yet!"

No one at the dinner table refused, and everyone looked curious and excited.

"That's great, I haven't listened to a book for a long time!" "Uncle, what should we do?"

"Uncle, let me bring you another small table!"

Yi Shuyuan stood up from his seat and stopped Abao who was about to run out of the dining hall.

"No need, just two stools."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan moved the stool next to him and the empty stool beside him to a position one foot away from the dining table, and then sat down on one of the stools. Everyone at the dining table looked at him with curiosity.

A folding fan and a ruler slipped out of Yi Shuyuan's sleeves respectively. The ruler was placed on the stool in front of him, and the folding fan was held in his hand.

"Stab~" With a click, the folding fan unfolds, revealing the mountains and rivers on the fan. When turned over, you can see the urban and rural areas with small bridges and flowing water on the other side.

Everyone was already concentrated enough, and Yi Shuyuan didn't need to wake up.

Gently swinging the fan brought up a breeze that was not freezing, making the dining room with the door closed feel fresher.

There was silence for a moment, and everyone seemed to be waiting with bated breath.

The next moment, Yi Shuyuan opened his mouth gently, and a clear and powerful voice sounded.

"It is said that in the early sixteenth year of Chengxing, in the city of Qianzhou, there was a man named Wang Yunchun. Although he seemed to be idle, he also had some special skills."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the crowd and his voice dropped slightly, indicating that he was about to take everyone's minds into the book.

"On this day, Wang Yunchun and his friends were drinking in a wine shop, but suddenly a friend came out with an old man. The old man looked a little excited. After entering the wine shop, he found Wang Yunchun and knelt down in front of him. Go down."

Yi Shuyuan covered his face with a folding fan and made a sad and old voice.

"Wang Yishi, Wang Yishi, my granddaughter has been kidnapped. The government won't accept my case. Please help me find her. Please, please!"

The Yi family had goosebumps all over their bodies. Yi Baokang and Yi Abao even subconsciously stood up and looked around the room, but they immediately realized that it was Yi Shuyuan who was making the sound.

This is the ventriloquism of a storyteller!

Yi Shuyuan's expression did not change and his voice became calm.

"Although Wang Yunchun usually looks arrogant, how could he remain calm when an old man kneeled down to him? He quickly bent down and helped the old man up."

"Old man, you are trying to offend me. If you have anything to say, you should get up and say it first!"

When he said this, Yi Shuyuan's voice changed again and became the same as Wang Yunchun's. Shi Sheng couldn't help but think of the plain-looking Wang Yishi.

A story that once really happened is immersed in Yi Shuyuan's mouth with vivid and emotional interpretation.

The old man sold his ancestral home to raise money, just to let Wang Yunchun take over the case, while he just stayed out with a bed.

"The climate in Qianzhou is different from other places. The temperature in other states may have gradually warmed up, but a cool breeze in Qianzhou is still biting. When Wang Yunchun saw Old Man Zhou again, he had already frozen to death outside."

Everyone in the Yi family expressed sadness, and some even secretly wiped away tears.

Think about how you would have been sad if you brought up your child with bitter tears. If you were suddenly abducted, how sad you would be. If you didn't hear any news before you died, how despairing you would be.

Yi Shuyuan also sighed. This sigh was both his own and Wang Yunchun's. At this moment, it reflected what Wang Yunchun was thinking.

"I, Wang Yunchun, pride myself on being moral. Today I have coveted gold and silver but I still hesitate to do anything. I don't know that this old man froze to death on the street when he was looking forward to his granddaughter. If he cannot find his granddaughter, he will never have the dignity to return home."

The voice at this moment turned into Yi Shuyuan's original pronunciation again, only slightly deeper.

"Leaving the money and entrusting someone to bury Old Man Zhou, Wang Yunchun took the old man's silver and some of his own savings and set off on the road. He was known as the magical Taibao who searched for thousands of miles. When he was on the way, it felt like the wind was blowing under his feet, and he headed straight for Liuzhou. "

"What Wang Yunchun doesn't know is that going out to look for someone this time will not be smooth sailing, and the things he encounters are even more unimaginable."

With Yi Shuyuan's narration, Wang Yunchun's story gradually got on track. By the time he got drunk by Changfeng Lake, he had been investigated by the immortal.——

The thunder arose from the touch of a ruler, the folding fan accompanies the wind and clouds, the story is told in the book, and thousands of things are transformed into the mouth.

The story brought out by Yi Shuyuan alone makes people feel as if they have experienced an adventure thousands of miles along with him.

More than half an hour has passed since a story was told.

The Yi family were excited, laughed, and shed tears. They were even more curious about the fighting between immortals and monsters.

And when Wang Yunchun, with the help of immortals, brought his little granddaughter and her parents to the tomb of Old Man Zhou, and felt the last moment between ancestors, grandchildren, and ghosts in the sound of storytelling, it was even more embarrassing.

"The immortal said: 'Wang Captou, we will meet again later!' After saying this, he left in the clouds."

After Yi Shuyuan finished speaking, the book was finished.

He waved his fan and looked at the Yi family. Everyone seemed to be still in the story, and no one spoke for a while.

At the dinner table, Hui Mian sneaked up to eat, but no one noticed it. Even Shi Sheng, one of the witnesses, was once again affected by the master's story.

After a long time, Yi Baokang was the first to speak out.

"Brother, this book is really good."

The rest of the people also made slightly excited remarks.

"Uncle, the storytellers I have met in the county cannot compare with you!"

"Grandpa, you are so amazing! No wonder you want to read a book!"

"Yeah, that's great. Oh, luckily I found it!"

Listening to the excitement, Yi Shuyuan stood up slowly, grabbed the ruler and put away the folding fan.

"You guys take it easy, I'm going out to relieve myself and I'll be back in a minute."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan turned and walked towards the door, opened the door and closed it again. However, he did not go to the latrine at home, but walked step by step towards the door of the courtyard.

The big yellow dog opened its mouth and waggled its tail. It looked very excited when it saw Yi Shuyuan, but the latter was obviously not here to feed.

Yi Shuyuan opened the courtyard door, and there were three people standing outside in the dim sky.

The three of them, two tall and one short, had different expressions, and they all looked towards the door when the door opened.

"Mr. Yi, long time no see!" "I've met Mr. Yi!"

Huang Hongchuan smiled and handed over his hand, Lao Song also bowed and saluted, and the rickety old man with a surprised and somewhat bewildered expression was the landowner of Xihe Village, and he also saluted with him.

Yi Shuyuan saluted outside and asked curiously.

"How did you guys know that Yi was back? Could it be that the Earth God went to inform him?"

Hearing this, the land master hurriedly spoke out.

"Oh, Immortal Yi, it's not me. Although I know you are back, I don't know that you are an immortal. It was only after the Mountain God came that I realized that you, a wanderer of the Yi family, are an immortal master playing in the world of mortals. ah"

Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"Sir, please stop guessing. A little mink came from the mountains earlier and was looking for food by the stream. When I saw it, I guessed that your husband was back!"

Lao Song also said on the side.

"I came here with Mr. Mountain God to see what happened. I happened to hear Mr. Storytelling. I was very sad to hear the ending!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"It's inconvenient to invite the three of you in to entertain me, but I hope you can help me! But I will go to Kuonan Mountain soon to use the place where the stone students can practice, and also to use the beautiful place in the mountain to refine a treasure."

Tu Tu Gong was very embarrassed at the side. He pretended not to hear this, but he pricked his ears and wanted to know more. Unfortunately, Yi Shuyuan didn't say more.

"We are here to disturb you. As you said, I will wait for you at Kuonan Mountain. I will take my leave today!"

"I will also prepare spiritual tea for sir!"

"Okay, thank you!"

After Huang Hongchuan, Lao Song and Yi Shuyuan saluted each other, the two disappeared into a line of smoke, leaving only their own land outside the door.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan, Tu Tu Gong was very nervous and hurriedly bowed.

"Don't worry, Immortal. I will take more care of the Yi family. I won't disturb you now. Little God, please leave!"

"Thank you, Lord of the Land!"

"You're welcome, Immortal."

After saying these words, Tu TuGong turned into blue smoke and escaped underground.

Seeing this, Yi Shuyuan closed the courtyard door, turned around and saw the big yellow dog on the side showing a suspicious expression. He couldn't help but smile again before turning and leaving.