Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yi Shuyuan subconsciously looked around and then looked at the sky, but there was no trace of ghosts or gods, nor any aura of immortals or demons.

It's just the gentle breeze that makes the grass and trees move slightly.

This painting actually came by itself?

"Hey, it's still mine after all. It's such a big painting and it's not easy to hide."

"I, I, sir, leave it to me!"

The excited Hui Mian jumped on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and introduced himself.

"I'll hide!"

Yi Shuyuan rolled up the scroll little by little, and then handed it to Xiao Diao, who carefully held the front end with his paws, and then rubbed the down under his neck.

It was like there was a bottomless pit hidden in that tuft of hair, and the long scroll was just sent into the hair, which made Yi Shuyuan wonder.

There was a funny smile on Hui Mian's plush face, and Yi Shuyuan's trust made him happier than seeing the painting coming.

"What kind of spell is this?"

When Yi Shuyuan asked this, Hui Mian immediately showed off.

"This is the art of hiding. I am much more powerful than ordinary monsters. Some of them like to swallow it!"

"Oh, it's amazing. Can you tell me more about it?"

"Hahahahaha, sir, do you think it's awesome too? Let me tell you, I have been practicing for a long time, and I have honed my skills well, such as the Tibetan Art."

As Yi Shuyuan walked, Hui Mian was talking. One was talking in a brilliant way, while the other was listening very seriously.

At a certain moment, Hui Mian accidentally looked around, and then found that unknowingly, he had followed Yi Shuyuan to the sky, flying on a breeze.

"Ah - ah -, we are flying -"

Xiao Diao screamed on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. Apparently this monster had never flown before.

Yi Shuyuan could understand the little guy's mood. He was also very excited when he flew for the first time.

But what Yi Shuyuan didn't know was that Hui Mian was not only excited about Fei, but even more excited about Yi Shuyuan taking him to fly away. The martial arts tournament was over and he didn't chase it away.

"Fei - I can practice Taoism -"

Hui Mian waved his claws wildly in the air, while his two back claws tightly grasped the clothes on Yi Shuyuan's shoulders.

Is it a good practice?

Yi Shuyuan looked back at the still bright lights of Yuezhou City, and then looked at the distant sky. He also believed that he could practice Taoism.

Compared with how relaxed Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian were, Yuezhou City was in chaos.

When the Qingzhou warriors chased him out of the residential area, they also brought the news out, and the image of the mountain and river immortal furnace was blown to the sky by the wind.

Whether they were in a hurry, joining in the fun, or greedy, I don’t know how many warriors, men, women, old and young, were chasing after me, and I don’t know how many heads were looking at the sky.

At first, some people could still see the painting floating in the sky, but later it turned into a small dot.

Later, the picture scroll has completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.

However, countless warriors and even the people of Yuezhou City are still looking around, and many people even look outside the city.

Is this true or false?

If it is fake, many warriors have seen it with their own eyes. Even if most of the people seen at close range are Qingzhou people, it is impossible for everyone to act so realistically, and even regret and greed can be acted vividly.

If it were true, a group of warriors and even the best in the world of the younger generation were here, but the painting was blown away by the wind?

Some people are gradually spreading the word that the Immortal Furnace Picture of Mountains and Rivers is an extraordinary work, but it was just taken back by the Immortal.

There are also rumors that the innate senior has entered Taoism through martial arts and has become a god. He gave guidance to Mai Lingfei and turned into a celestial wind to take away the painting.

All kinds of bizarre rumors and stories have given the entire Yuezhou Martial Arts Conference a layer of mystery——

Yi Shuyuan did not take Hui Mian back to the county government directly, but returned to Xihe Village. There was nearly thirty acres of land, and it was impossible for the Yi family to plant it in just two days.

Yi Shuyuan came back to help, which speeded up the progress of the Yi family's rice transplanting.

The little Diao who always appeared next to Yi Shuyuan successfully aroused Abao's curiosity. He always wanted to catch it but could never succeed.

When we arrived in the village, everything about the martial arts competition seemed to be far away.

Ah Fei didn't come to disturb, and Yi Shuyuan didn't take the initiative to find out whether the conference had ended. He just focused on the fields during the awn planting season.

Finally, after another four days, the Yi family's fields were finally planted.

"call"

Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath, washed his hands with muddy water in the rice field, and then straightened up. There were only the last few rows of Yi Yongan left.

Hui Mian rested against the teapot and teacup on the ridge of the field, watching the teapot to keep away insects such as crickets and leeches.

Suddenly, Hui Mian opened his eyes and found a nasty guy running over from the other side of the field.

"Hahahaha, here, let me touch you"

Abao ran over excitedly and went straight to the little marten beside the teapot, but obviously the latter moved faster and jumped away after a few clicks.

"Don't run-"

"Abao, stop chasing me, be careful of falling!"

"Don't run, don't run-"

Apparently Abao didn't listen at all.

Hui Mian over there had already run far away. He stood up on his hind legs and tail and looked at the child over there.

Humph, if you are not your grandnephew, let me give you some color. When you go to bed at night, sprinkle some water on your butt!

After imagining this, Hui Mian immediately ran away. The children in the village ran very fast on the field ridge and had already caught up with him.

In the field, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan had also straightened up, scooping water from their feet and rubbing their hands.

“Everything is planted, this year is much easier than in previous years!”

"There will be a good harvest."

"Brother is right, there will be a bumper harvest this year!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Kuonan Mountain in the distance and said to Yi Baokang.

"I'll go to the mountains later. If I don't come back before dark, there's no need to prepare my dinner, and there's no need to worry."

Yi Yongan, who was sitting on the ridge over there, washing his feet, asked.

"Uncle, will you come back tonight?"

"Back."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan walked aside, stepped onto the field ridge, scooped up water from the ditch and washed his calves, then picked up his shoes and walked along the field ridge.

Wherever the field ridge passes are rice fields, in addition to working farmers, there are also many wild birds such as egrets and teal ducks.

"Wow, wow, wow."

A group of water birds were frightened and flew away, flapping their white wings and scattering towards the sky. A small marten rushed from the other side and jumped onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder.

Yi Shuyuan looked behind him, where Abao was looking around the paddy fields with a few children.

"These brats want to catch me? Hmph!"

"You rock!"

Yi Shuyuan complimented, Hui Mian was happy, and then asked quickly.

"Sir, are we going home for dinner?"

"If you don't go back, go to Kuonan Mountain!"

"ah?"

Hui Mian's heart suddenly tightened. Could he be sending me up the mountain? Sir, you don’t want me anymore? No way.

"Uh, sir, I don't really want to go. I want to play with Po."

Hui Mian asked anxiously, Yi Shuyuan didn't know what he was thinking. Didn't he hate these children just now?

"Okay, then let's stay here with them."

But just after Yi Shuyuan finished saying this, he noticed a little mink shaking its head like a rattle.

"No, no, no, it's better to accompany your husband up the mountain!"

Yi Shuyuan seemed to notice something when he saw the contrast in Hui Mian's emotions before and after. This guy didn't think I just wanted to throw it away, right?

However, Yi Shuyuan didn't say anything, and quickly stepped onto the village road from the fields, put on his shoes and walked towards Beishan.

Along the way, people from Xihe Village saw Yi Shuyuan, and those who recognized him greeted him warmly. Those who did not recognize him would look at him a few more times, wondering who the scholar was.

Until he left Xihe Village, Yi Shuyuan's already brisk steps became even faster.

——

When Yi Shuyuan came to Shannangang, a patch of red came into view.

In front of the graves of the two elders of the Yi family, or in other words, the large area of ​​​​Shannangang, is now full of conspicuous azaleas, which make the mountain peaks look red.

Bees and butterflies were busy among the flowers. Yi Shuyuan walked slowly along the mountain path, attracting butterflies surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.

Hui Mian stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, waving his claws constantly to catch the butterfly, but not wanting to get off Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, and had a great time playing there.

Since the tomb was surrounded by flowers, Yi Shuyuan didn't need to weed any more. After standing on the hill in the south of the mountain for a while, he walked leisurely towards the stream.

Soon, at the place where the spring water was tinkling, Yi Shuyuan stopped, with joy on his face.

A few thrushes were always calling on the trees by the stream, as if they were singing to the beat of the sound of spring water.

After seeing Yi Shuyuan, or rather the little mink on his shoulder, the birds on the treetops began to chirp a little excitedly, jumping around and chirping.

"What's the name?"

Hui Mian spoke directly, and all the birds on the tree seemed to be frightened, their voices disappeared, and they all stared down.

Yi Shuyuan looked up at the birds on the branches by the stream, as if trying to distinguish the one he had seen first.

Finally, Yi Shuyuan's eyes stopped on a thrush jumping around, and after looking at it for a while, he lowered his head and looked into the stream.

The ink-dyed yellow stone in the stream is still in its original place.

But compared to before, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes at this moment, there was a faint mist surrounding the stone, and the aura was natural, which affected the nearby aura even more.

This also proves the accuracy of Yi Shuyuan's previous judgment.

And in the depression in the middle of the rock, the ink marks that were originally spread out have actually changed.

Although there is still some distance between him and his body, the ink marks at this moment are no longer spread out, but already vaguely look like a small loach.