Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Seeing the elegantly dressed foreigners outside, they seemed a little intimidated, so the older ones in the group spoke.

"Don't be afraid of outsiders. We are not vicious people. We are just afraid that bad people will enter the village. Come on, please come in!"

Yi Shuyuan showed a moment of hesitation and finally entered the village gate.

"Thank you so much"

Yi Shuyuan handed over his hand and thanked him.

The door of the village was slowly closed again at this moment, which also caused Yi Shuyuan to look back frequently, showing some uneasiness.

Everyone looked at Yi Shuyuan up and down, but saw no weapons.

"Stranger, where is your hometown, but you are traveling far away?"

Although Yi Shuyuan came in, everyone's guard was obviously not down. A group of people gathered around and refused to get out of the way, still in a questioning posture.

Yi Shuyuan quickly put his hand into his arms and took out a document.

"My hometown is in Yuezhou, and this is the road guide."

Although Dayong has regulations on road guidance, the management of this matter is actually relatively loose, and strict investigation will only be carried out in some special circumstances.

But having a road guide is definitely more convenient than not having a road guide, such as in times like this.

The road guide that Yi Shuyuan took out actually only had the seal of Yuanjiang County.

But Yi Shuyuan would change. When the road guide was unfolded, it already had the seal of Wuzhou and the seals of four or five counties.

This makes this road guide very full, with many official seals.

In fact, people in the village can't understand official documents and seals, but having such a thing still makes the people in the village feel more relaxed.

"Is this the road guide?" "So many marks?"

Yi Shuyuan explained when he saw Lu Yin being passed around among a group of people.

"I am a storyteller. I go to many places and stay for a long time. It is troublesome. I often prepare road guides. Please don't damage them."

The old man took Lu Yin from a young man and gave it back to Yi Shuyuan.

"Yuezhou, you come all the way here and you don't even have any luggage?"

Someone asked this, and Yi Shuyuan suddenly showed a bitter look.

"Oh, don't mention it. The merchant's chariot and horse team took me for a ride. I just relieved myself in the wilderness on the way, and they left on their own, causing me to walk here for a long time."

"All this luggage is still in the car, and now I only have the little things I brought with me!"

"Oh, that's so pitiful. If sir, if you have time, can you tell us a story about the village?"

The old man seemed to ask this because it involved his own profession. Yi Shuyuan's face showed some confidence from the nervousness and panic just now.

"Why not? Even though the luggage is lost, the guy who ate still has it with him."

After saying that, Yi Shuyuan slipped out a folding fan from his right sleeve, and took out a ruler from nowhere on his left hand.

By now, people have basically believed in Yi Shuyuan's identity, and their attitudes have softened. Sticks, iron rakes, bows and arrows have been put away.

"Gululu"

There was an obvious cry from Yi Shuyuan's belly, which was both embarrassing and broke the last bit of embarrassment.

"Sir, don't blame me. It's not peaceful recently, so we have no choice but to be so vigilant! Let's go, sir, please go have a casual meal."

"Uh, okay."

Yi Shuyuan followed the old man forward, and instead of dispersing, the people around him increased in number.

——

A small table was placed in a spacious courtyard with a low fence, and a few small stools were placed beside the table.

Yi Shuyuan, the old man, and a few other men were sitting at the table. On the table were some pickled radish and salted duck eggs.

A few people were carrying porridge bowls and eating with just such a small side dish.

"call"

Yi Shuyuan scraped up a strip of white porridge, blew it a few times and put it into his mouth. Then he picked up a piece of radish and nibbled a little. It was extremely delicious.

"Mr. Yi, just eat, there is still a lot in the pot!"

"Okay, thank you, thank you!"

There were many people inside and outside the yard, including neighbors and people doing other things.

A foreigner came from outside this early in the morning, a storyteller from Yuezhou, which naturally aroused the interest of many people.

"Sir, is there anything unusual happening in Yuezhou?" "How long did it take to get here?"

"Did you encounter any strange things on the road?" "Sir, you are a storyteller. Can you tell us a story?"

"Go, go, go, you have to wait until sir finishes eating before you talk about anything!"

Yi Shuyuan looked around. It seemed that there were very few outsiders coming to this village, let alone storytellers.

But while others were looking at Yi Shuyuan's peep show, Yi Shuyuan was also eating and observing the crowd.

Everyone I have seen so far seems to be normal and not infected with any evil spirit.

Yi Shuyuan took another mouthful of porridge and ate it with a chopstick of salted duck eggs and said with a smile.

"Speaking of strange things, when I was in Yuezhou, I saw a martial arts conference held in Yuezhou. Many martial artists went there. It was so lively."

Now people are more interested.

"How lively is it?" "Are there many people?"

"Tell us quickly?"

"Okay, I will tell you about it later, and I will also tell you a passage. Well, anyone in the village who wants to listen can come."

"Hahaha, that's great!" "It's been a long time since there was a troupe in the village!"

Yi Shuyuan could only grin and continue eating his porridge. In the eyes of the villagers, storyteller and opera troupe were equated.

"By the way, Chief Lao Li, aren't there any officials to control the horse thieves here?"

The old man who received Yi Shuyuan was actually a village chief. Of course, the villagers also called him the village chief.

"Of course it's under control. It's just that the government sent troops to try to suppress the bandits because the problem of miasma in the mountains has gone unsolved."

"miasma?"

Yi Shuyuan didn't feel any miasma along the way, and he had never experienced miasma intuitively.

"This place has not been peaceful in recent years, and there has been miasma in the surrounding mountains. It is especially dangerous in foggy weather. Mr. Yi is lucky."

"Yes, you, a stranger, happened to follow the road in the fog and found us. If you take the wrong road and enter the mountains, it will be dangerous!"

The mountains in this part of Xiuzhou are actually not too steep, or the ups and downs of the terrain are not exaggerated, they are gradually rising and falling.

But the mountains are actually not small, and there are many mountains and forests. In fact, if we enlarge the scope, there are many mountains.

It’s just that the difference between the mountains is not strong, and sometimes there is an illusion that you can’t tell the difference between entering and exiting the mountains, so it’s easy to get lost.

The population distribution in Xiuzhou is very uneven. This area is vast and sparsely populated.

The people in the village not only rely on the mountains to eat, but also farm and fish, and their lives are not bad. Although they have not been peaceful in recent years, they are not unbearable.

Yi Shuyuan listened carefully while chatting with others, thinking about things in his heart.

——

About half an hour later, Yi Shuyuan came to a special open space in the village.

The village is generally built in a ring shape. Some places are surrounded by walls, and some places are bounded by the outer walls of the houses, and the interior is undulating.

The place where Yi Shuyuan was meeting was by a pool in the center of the village, which was also the main water source for the residents.

There is a relatively flat square in front of the water pool, with raised mounds behind it and some village pavilions on both sides. The square can be considered to be surrounded to a certain extent.

It's a cloudy day today. Although the sun can't be seen, the fog has dissipated.

Once the fog clears, people in the village will obviously feel more relaxed.

There was a small table and a chair. Yi Shuyuan sat down on the chair with his back against the pool. The surroundings were already crowded with people from the village, and many people poked their heads out from the upstairs rooms on both sides.

The children closest to Yi Shuyuan were almost lying on the table.

I heard that someone wants to read a book, but I haven’t seen any similar entertainment activities in the village for a long time. Most of them want to join in the fun and watch something strange.

The crowd was talking a lot, and someone was telling the origin of the storyteller.

Some people were discussing what books to read, and some were teasing the storyteller to hurry up.

Yi Shuyuan put the ruler and folding fan away, rolled up his sleeves slowly and slightly, and picked up the teacup to moisten his throat.

Storytelling also requires a sense of ritual.

Then the next moment, Yi Shuyuan picked up the fan in one hand and the ruler in the other.

"Pa~"

This sudden crisp sound overshadowed everyone's discussion. Everyone was shocked and subconsciously shut up, causing the place to become quiet all of a sudden.

In this atmosphere, no one spoke again, and they all looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Stab~"

The folding fan unfolds to reveal the magical landscape on the fan.

"I arrived at Baofang today for the first time. I was honored by the chief's hospitality, so I showed my shame and wrote a poem in return."

Yi Shuyuan's eyes swept across the people present, and he closed his eyes slightly, feeling the anger of more people around him.

People around him only felt that the storyteller's eyes were introverted, and he gently shook the fan as if he was lost in memories.

The next moment, a clear and powerful voice sounded, even with some echoes with the help of the surrounding terrain.

"It is said that at the beginning of the ninth year of Chengxing, a strange case occurred in Yuanjiang County, south of the Cangshan Mountains. A clerk in the county was correcting a manuscript late at night."

In just a few words, many villagers have been drawn into the story by God.

"The deeper the night gets, the colder it becomes. Suddenly! The civil servants feel like there is a cold wind."

At this point in Yuanhua of Yi Shu, he covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan to imitate the sound of a gust of wind.

"Huhu."

The surrounding audience was already very engrossed, and at this moment they just felt like they were immersed in the scene.

“Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong.”

There was a "drum sound" coming from Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and several children nearby couldn't help but lie down at the table to look at the storyteller's mouth.

It was found that the storyteller's mouth was bulging and he was mumbling, and the sound of the drum did indeed come from his mouth.

The adults nearby quickly pulled the child away for fear of disturbing the storyteller.

Yi Shuyuan didn't pay attention to the child's movements at all. He put down his fan and lowered his body, speaking in a deep but deep voice.

"This drummer is actually the unjust soul of someone who died in E River——"

"hiss"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but no one made a sound.

"When the Yuanjiang County government officials, from officials to petty officials, heard the sound of drums, they all went to the court even though it was late at night."

"No one knows how involved this case will be."

At the time, he was immersed in the scene, but at this moment, Yi Shuyuan was immersed in the scene with his voice. At this moment, just with his mouth, it seemed that all the listeners were brought back to that night.

He could feel the emotions of the people present and their concentration.

Every ups and downs of emotions can cause changes in people's complexions, and because of Yi Shuyuan's narration, the originally mixed complexions in the crowd gradually became unified.

But at the same time, while Yi Shuyuan was telling stories, his eyes were also scanning the surroundings.

Ordinary people are easily affected by stories, and the aura that is not human will become noticeable at this moment.

A very faint strange aura vaguely emerged among the crowd at this moment. Although it was very faint, in some aspects it seemed a bit strong for Yi Shuyuan.

This is not a contradiction. It is light because of the shallow contact, and thick because of the ferocious aura hidden in it.

The monster has been here, even very close!

Yi Shuyuan's eyebrows tightened, and the scattered demonic aura gradually merged into a blurry shadow with a tail in his eyes.

Is this a mark? He's so good at hiding!