Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yi Shuyuan also stopped and looked at Xiao Diao, who was frozen there. It seemed that the dragon clan was quite intimidating.

"You are not of high moral character, but you have a lot of evil thoughts. Do you have a name?"

Hearing this, Xiao Diao suddenly took a breath of relief.

"Back to the Immortal, my ancestor's surname is Hui, and his name is Hui Mian. He has been practicing in Fenglai Mountain for more than two hundred years. The local villagers even built a statue for me!"

This little mink does know some Shinto methods, so it is not impossible to say that he was worshiped by a statue.

Just hearing its words, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but turn around and look at it carefully again. His ancestor's surname was Hui? Two hundred years?

Even if this guy really cultivated for two hundred years, he probably wouldn't have accumulated much Taoism.

However, the smooth-tongued spirit of a human being is indeed not something that an inexperienced monster can possess.

"Does this picture of the Immortal Furnace of Mountains and Rivers reveal some clues?"

Xiao Diao, who was working hard to create his own "good monster" character, muttered in his heart when he heard this sentence, and then made a fool of himself again.

"After all, this is a masterpiece. Although my demon power is low, I am also arty and want to appreciate it."

"Arty? Stealing swill?"

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but say this.

Xiao Diao's body was shaking slightly, and the demonic aura on his body was beginning to show.

"Ah - you go too far to bully others, hit them without slapping them in the face, scold them without exposing their shortcomings - I will fight with you -"

The little monster dropped the roasted chicken and waved it around wildly. Yi Shuyuan's heart trembled, and he used his magic power and energy to slap it down.

"Bang"

The little gray-and-white mink was immediately thrown away, breaking two bamboo shoots and then fell under several broken bamboos, all its demonic aura was dispersed.

It was also Yi Shuyuan who reacted quickly and removed most of the mana and energy in time.

But the situation doesn't seem to be good now.

Yi Shuyuan took one step forward, and when he landed, he was in front of Xiao Diao, and found that the monster was lying there motionless, lifeless.

died?

wrong! The force of the palm just now has been reduced. It can hurt but not kill him.

"If you don't get up, I'll give you a slap, and I won't hold back this time!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't just talk, he had gathered Qi in his hands, and his eyes were locked on the little mink on the ground.

"Hoo"

The little mink twitched and immediately got up, with its two front paws constantly grazing.

"Immortal, please spare my life."

Yi Shuyuan was really amused by this guy this time. This guy had a lot of tricks. He bent down and looked at the little mink. The latter raised his head but did not dare to look directly into Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

"Did it hurt just now?"

"pain"

Seeing the fearful look on this little demon, Yi Shuyuan's eyes softened. In fact, he was also a sentient being who wanted to practice cultivation.

"Don't be afraid, I will not accept you, nor will I hand you over to ghosts and gods, nor will I tell anyone about you pretending to be the Dragon King."

"There is no evil in your demonic aura, and indeed there is not much hostility."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand, and the roast chicken that fell to the ground flew into his hand.

"I'll give it back to you. The martial arts competition has nothing to do with you. Don't ask anyone to catch you again."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan jumped lightly and lay down on the old bamboo he often came to before. The bamboo branches were picked up and down like they were swinging.

"Consider that slap as a lesson for Mai Lingfei. Let's go!"

Yi Shuyuan's words stunned the little Diao Huimian. It had thought about various bad situations and thought hard about various ways to escape, but it had never thought of this one.

Xiao Diao looked at Yi Shuyuan above with some disbelief, hesitating and not daring to really run. After a while, he asked again cautiously.

"Chang Immortal, did you really let me go?"

Yi Shuyuan had already taken out a bamboo slip and slowly unfolded it.

"Go and practice well in the future and don't go into evil ways."

At this moment, Xiao Diao felt a little moved, and his eyes were hot and red. Is he really going to let me go?

I met a true immortal master.

At this time, Xiao Diao actually didn't want to leave. This immortal was different from any other immortal cultivator he had met before!

But in the end, reason triumphed over impulse.

Hui Mian used his claws to pick off a few pieces of bamboo shoot shells from the broken bamboo shoots beside him, then carefully placed the roast chicken on the bamboo shoot shells, and shook out some other food from the down on his chest.

"Thank you, Immortal, for not killing me. Thank you, Immortal!"

As he spoke, Xiao Diao also bowed upward, but this time he bowed sincerely.

Yi Shuyuan looked down, at the food left behind, and at the little mink jumping away quickly, and murmured something to himself.

"How many people can understand the true meaning of the Immortal Furnace Picture of Mountains and Rivers?"

Hui Mian, who was about to run out of the bamboo forest, paused. A gray-haired mink turned around and looked at the immortal cultivator lying on the bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan just lay half on the bamboo and looked at the bamboo slips, but he didn't really pay attention to the text on the bamboo slips. He knew that Hui Mian would definitely come back.

Sure enough, the little marten that should have escaped returned to the bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo slips and looked down.

"Why come back?"

Hui Mian was conflicted and excited. He didn't know what to say and just stared at Yi Shuyuan's figure.

"Chang Immortal, can you also see how extraordinary the mountain and river immortal furnace picture is?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and looked at the little mink on the ground.

"Isn't it a pity that no one can appreciate such masterpieces? Even the paintings themselves are not willing to be lonely. It's just that the scrolls have a spirit and they don't always show their true form to others."

Speaking of this, Yi Shuyuan neither forced nor ridiculed, but asked sincerely and curiously.

"How much do you see the true meaning? Do you know the origin of this mountain and river fairy furnace picture?"

At this time, Hui Mian no longer regarded Yi Shuyuan as an ordinary immortal cultivator.

At this moment, something flashed in his heart, and with a sudden realization, he suddenly realized that compared to the misty mountain and river fairy furnace picture, wasn't the biggest opportunity in his life right in front of him?

"Immortal, I have seen this painting before. This painting is not ordinary at all. There is heaven and earth hidden in the painting. The scenery in this painting is not dead!"

"Maybe, that painting is a blessed place and cave!"

As soon as Hui Mian said these words, Yi Shuyuan shook his head. It seemed that he didn't see it clearly, but he did see some true meaning, but it was wrong.

Unexpectedly, the gods and gods could not see anything. On the contrary, this little monster could see through the mountains and rivers and the fairy furnace. I can only say that this monster must be unusual.

Seeing that Yi Shuyuan didn't say anything, Hui Mian sat on the ground with his Diao Tail cushion, lowered his head and said with some frustration.

"Ever since I saw that painting, I have occasionally dreamed about it in my dreams. I have been dreaming about it for more than a hundred years. In fact, I also know that I will probably never be able to reach this painting in this life, but I just want it, I just want it. That’s when I got a wrong idea.”

This should be the truth.

Yi Shuyuan turned sideways and fell lightly from the bamboo top, while the bamboo swayed.

"It seems that you really don't know the origin of this painting. So, if we are destined, this painting will be in my hands in a few days."

Hui Mian raised his head, and Yi Shuyuan looked at the furry little gray face with a smile.

"If you don't have a chance, how about I take you close enough to see the paintings?"

Hui Mian was a little stunned, but subconsciously nodded in agreement.

"good"

He wanted to directly ask for her to follow him, but Hui Mian did not dare to speak out, for fear that there would be no room for him to say something.

But Hui Mian still asked one more question anxiously.

"Then, can I follow the immortal for the next few days?"

"Then follow me and don't go back to that broken well."

"Um!"

Hui Mian became excited all of a sudden, jumped up and picked up the roast chicken, saying politely.

"Xian Chang, please eat!"

"No, you can eat it yourself"

The little mink's mood changed quickly. At this moment, he happily tore off a chicken drumstick, wiped the dust off and handed it to Yi Shuyuan.

"Chang Immortal, you can eat it!"

Yi Shuyuan thought for a moment, then reached out and took it.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan take it, Xiao Diao seemed very happy, and he also tore off the chicken legs and started to chew on them.

"Well, Immortal Chief, I haven't asked for your name yet!"

Yi Shuyuan was about to answer, but after thinking about it for a moment, the changes in his body disappeared with a thought.

This hand made the little mink who was chewing the chicken leg obviously stunned again.

"I, Yi Shuyuan, don't keep calling me Immortal Chief. It would be more appropriate to call me Mr. Sheng."

——

The next morning, Qinglong's home court was just like it was on the first day of the martial arts conference. There was a huge crowd of warriors surrounding it.

Now, instead of just watching the game on the ground, many high platforms have been built to watch the game. Local businessmen in Yuezhou are doing a prosperous business.

Since entering the top ten in the competition, every competition has been held at the Qinglong home court paved with bluestone.

This site is no longer a complex terrain, but a huge bluestone field, with a log as thick as two hands clasped together and as high as six or seven feet erected in the middle and four corners.

At this time, there are already people competing in the home field.

The fight had reached a critical moment. In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, it was obvious that one side was in full swing, while the other was a little distracted.

In A Fei's hand was a pewter stick covered with iron at both ends. The stick made a whistling sound in his hand. The long stick swept past, and the opponent hurriedly dodged.

"Bang"

The hit log immediately showed a terrible dent. If the stick hit a person, it would probably break the person.

Ah Fei's opponent was holding a long sword, but he couldn't get close at all. Every time he blocked, he felt pain from the tiger's mouth.

The opponent's original momentum has already been lost, and he is even more worried about showing off his timidity.

what happened? how so? Isn't this Mai Lingfei's internal strength greatly damaged? Why are his moves so fierce, as if he doesn't care about his internal strength at all?

"when--"

At this moment, Ah Fei saw that his opponent was stage frightened and took advantage of your illness to kill you!

"watch out--"

The long stick danced out a phantom, and actually struck like a marksman.

"When——" "When——" "When——"

The opponent used his long sword to block, and his arms were already numb. When Afiti thrust forward with his stick, he only had time to cross the sword across his chest.

"drink--"

Ah Fei yelled violently, his whole body's internal energy surged, and a thrust seemed to explode with great force. The long stick pressed against the sword and hit the opponent's chest.

"boom--"

"Well"

The long sword let go, and the person flew out and fell directly outside the field. Many people screamed and rushed over.

“Young Master—Young Master—” “Young Master!”

At the edge of the competition arena, an official announced loudly.

"Winner, Mai Lingfei——"

A Fei held a long stick in his hand, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked in one direction under the stage, where two people were also looking at him.

One is Duan Silie holding a spear, and the other is a man wearing soft armor carrying a broadsword. His name is Cheng Shouliang, a military attaché of the imperial court.