Talk about the world of mortals in detail

"Mr. Shao seems to have not mentioned the formless ghost for a long time?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the tea cup and suddenly asked this question. Shao Zhen sighed slightly.

"Perhaps Shao fell into paranoia before, or maybe like a warlock or a Taoist who realizes the Tao, I still lack that understanding, and asking for nothing is a demonic obstacle."

"Mr. Shao does have a bit of a monastic temperament."

Yi Shuyuan gently blew on the paper to dry the ink that was no longer wet.

A breeze gradually started blowing by the river. In this season that should still be a bit cold, it didn't feel cold, but instead gave people a refreshing feeling.

"Mr. Yi, do you already understand how to change?"

Shao Zhen still vividly remembers what happened in his dream that night on the Lantern Festival, so it is naturally impossible to forget what Yi Shuyuan said in his dream.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, took the folding fan from the table and unfolded it slightly, covering his entire face. In Shao Zhen's slightly confused look, he suddenly heard a strange laughter behind the fan.

"Hey hey hey hey hey it turns out this is what the world is like~~~"

The sound was sharp and strange, it sounded a little weird and scary, but also a little funny. The fingers of the left hand without the fan moved like waves, and he clenched his fists excitedly, making a less obvious joint sound.

"Mr. Yi!"

Shao Zhen was suddenly startled, a little frightened, and even stood up subconsciously.

Yi Shuyuan's folding fan slowly moved away, and Shao Zhen's eyes widened. What he saw was Yi Shuyuan's face, but he wasn't sure if it was a ghost, or he subconsciously looked over there in the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Hall.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan looked smiling and covered his face with the folding fan again. The weird feeling he had just shrugged and pointed his fingers suddenly changed, and he sat upright.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's posture was more upright than when he was writing before. Yi Shuyuan put down the folding fan directly, and used his left and right hands to adjust the other shoulder, sleeves, skirt, etc., with a calm look and surprise.

“It turns out, this is the human world~~”

The mouth is still Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the voice is completely different from before. Of course, this is not Yi Shuyuan's original voice, but it is much more normal than the weird one before.

Hui Mian paused for a while while eating on the table, and then continued to nibble. Is this a joke, sir?

Shao Zhen was slightly startled at this time, and he had already realized that Mr. Yi was using his superb memory to describe ghosts, that is, "change"!

Sure enough, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan covered his face again. Shao Zhen also understood the reason. It was not that it could not be changed directly, but it gave a hint of change to those who listened to the book and watched the play.

This time, Yi Shuyuan obviously had another "change". He slightly lifted the orchid with one hand, and his voice became softer after fanning.

“The world is more surprising to me than I imagined.”

This time it was a female voice, and it even contained sighs and envy, which made Shao Zhen open his mouth slightly.

On New Year's Eve, Yi Shuyuan did tell the story, but Shao Zhen was already drunk at that time. Although he heard it, he only had a partial understanding of it, and it still felt like he was dreaming.

At this moment, the "change" displayed by Yi Shuyuan, to be honest, shocked Shao Zhen.

No wonder Mr. Yi said this was a "change" for him!

Yan Shu, blue robe, Hua Dan, long hair.

In a short period of time, each of the ghosts was "transformed" by Yi Shuyuan. Although they only lasted a few breaths, and although they only said one sentence, the meaning of the words was roughly the same.

But Shao Zhen knew that it was them that Mr. Yi "changed"!

Because on the night of Shangyuan, the thoughts of these ghosts were nothing more than that sentence.

There were more than a dozen changes in a row, and in the end, Shao Zhen actually fell into an illusion, as if it was no longer Yi Shuyuan in front of him, but ghosts walking out of the scroll one by one. They sat in that position one after another, expressing their emotions.

This is not only the excellence of Yi Shuyuan's skills, but also the excellence of Shao Zhen's own feelings.

Yi Shuyuan did not cast any illusions, but he did create a feeling that allowed a painter like Shao Zhen to use his feelings to present a different picture in his mind, even surpassing what he could see with the naked eye!

This in itself can be regarded as an excellent synesthetic ability.

"Pa~"

This blow made Shao Zhen's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly woke up. He blinked and looked around. Yi Shuyuan was holding a ruler and had just hit the table.

"Is this your 'change' sir?"

When he said this, Shao Zhen felt in a trance, but soon became excited, and his body that had been frozen beside the stool regained control, and he sat back at the table.

"Mr. Yi, do you already know how Wu Xiang changes? What should he look like and what words will he speak? This way I can draw its face!"

Feeling, what Shao Zhen needs is a feeling. As long as he grasps the feeling of the ghost head, he can imagine the face it should have based on the feeling!

"Why does Mr. Shao keep calling Guishou?"

"No form"

"Since it has no form, how can the face have a form? If it has a form, how can it be a formless ghost head?"

Shao Zhen was stunned again when Yi Shuyuan said this. He kept calling "no form, no form", but it can be said that it was just a nickname because he couldn't draw a picture.

The words of rebuttal reached his throat but he couldn't spit them out, because Shao Zhen asked himself that unknowingly, he had equated the ghost head with the non-existence in his mind.

"Can't you 'change', sir?"

Shao Zhen was excited, and then became a little sad, but his mentality was not tangled.

However, Yi Shuyuan, who was sitting opposite, seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He reached out and gently pulled the hairband on his head. His long gray hair immediately fell down, covering his face like a shadow.

Just this action brought out an inexplicable feeling in Shao Zhen's eyes.

Yi Shuyuan took the book he had just written on, turned it to a blank page, and took the pen that had been washed a short time ago with his other hand.

Want to write again? But the pen has just been washed and has not yet dried.

Sure enough, Yi Shuyuan dipped his pen in ink and then placed it on the white page.

"Woo."

The breeze blew in the evening, and Yi Shuyuan's long hair swayed in the wind. The sky seemed to be darkening quickly at this time, which made the white pages of the book more conspicuous, and Yi Shuyuan's pen really fell on the paper.

But when the pen and ink falls, it does not become words, but a kind of arc.

This is a face!

At this moment, there seemed to be a gloomy wind blowing in the temple.

Shi Sheng, who was playing on the beach outside the temple, couldn't help but look at the Zhenjun Temple not far away. Qi Zhongbin, who was closing the stall in the front yard of the temple, also stood up suddenly.

But none of the brothers made any extra moves.

Because this is the Zhenjun Temple, and the master is here, this cold change in energy cannot be caused by something strange.

By the river in the temple, where Yi Shuyuan's pen passed, he drew the outline of a face, but the drawing was not exquisite, it was just the lines left by ink, and because it was stained with river water, there were crooked lines where the ink marks passed The traces spread, making the face on the paper even more weird.

"It turns out that this is how the world is. It's a pity that I am a formless ghost and can only draw a face."

This time, Yi Shuyuan didn't change his voice much, but his tone seemed a bit more distant, and his words had one more sentence than before.

Shao Zhen suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. He opened his mouth slightly but couldn't make a sound. The person sitting across the table in the dim dusk was none other than a formless ghost!

Not to mention Shao Zhen, even Hui Mian was lying on the table blankly at the moment, seeming a little frightened by the figure so close to him. It knew clearly that the gentleman had not made any real changes, but it seemed to feel a kind of Variety.

This change is weirder and scarier than any of Mr.’s previous changes!

"Pa~"

When the ruler fell, Shao Zhen, Hui Mian and Diao trembled in shock at the same time. One of them came to his senses and the other Diao woke up.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had put down his books and pens, as well as his ruler. He was holding his hair and retying it with both hands. He looked at Shao, who had come back to his senses but was still standing in front of his seat, with a half smile and half an inexplicable look. real.

"Mr. Shao, with this change in Yi's mind, can it still catch your eyes?"

The goosebumps on Shao Zhen's body have not yet gone away, and his whole body feels like electricity, and he praises him repeatedly in excitement.

"What a change, what a change! Did Mr. Yi have an orderly way of writing just now?"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the "face" on the scroll and only uttered two words.

"Painted skin!"

The two words hit my ears like thunder.

Shao Zhen left his seat and took a step back, bowing respectfully to Yi Shuyuan.

"Shao Zhen, thank you sir for your advice!"

After saying this, Shao Zhen rushed directly to his house, his heart full of excitement and even a slight sense of fear. At the same time, he also had a strong driving force to draw Wu Xiang!

Shao Zhen ran away, and Yi Shuyuan tied his hair tie again.

Hui Mian held a piece of rice cake and looked at Yi Shuyuan slightly stiffly.

"Sir, the changes you just made look a little scary."

"You, Master Yunlai, are you still afraid of ghosts? Besides, I haven't transformed yet!"

Yi Shuyuan joked, picked up the folding fan and swept it away. All the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table were swept into the fan, leaving only the teapots, teacups and other items that belonged to the Zhenjun Temple.

Hui Mian stuffed all the uneaten rice cakes and other tributes into the fur under his neck, and spoke as he stuffed them.

"I'm not afraid of other ghosts, but I'm afraid that you, sir, will turn into a ghost."

"Hey, if I really turn into a ghost next time, I will definitely bring you with me so you can have a good look!"

Yi Shuyuan's bad taste came to him.

Hui Mian forced a smile and reached for the last half of the rice cake, but Yi Shuyuan got there first, grabbed the rice cake and put it into his mouth.

"Going to cook."

Yi Shuyuan and Chen Han's cooking skills didn't want to try it a second time after they tried it once. Therefore, after the Zhou family and Lao Miao Zhu left, unless they went to order food, most of the meals in Zhenjun Temple would be cooked by Yi Shuyuan or Qi Zhongbin. Today is no exception.

As soon as Yi Shuyuan left, Hui Mian naturally followed him immediately. As for the tables, stools and other items, it wouldn't be too late to clean them up soon.

Chen Han stood outside the Demon-Conquering Hall and looked at the table by the river. She was slightly relieved at this moment. It was obvious that she had been shocked just now. She looked at the statue of the True Lord in the hall, and then she showed a somewhat self-deprecating expression.

Just when I turned back, I saw a snake head emerging from the water by the river. It looked towards the shore tremblingly. It was obvious that Chen Han was not the only one who was frightened, but she, the elder sister, couldn't help but smile and shake her head.