Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Once you settle down quietly in a place, as the sun rises and the sun sets, the pastoral environment makes the pace of life seem to be slowing down.

This kind of life is quite leisurely for Jiang Lang, but one month has passed, two months have passed, and after several months of staying in the Yi family.

"I can not stand it any more--"

Behind the Kuonan Mountain Temple in the evening, Jiang Lang roared towards the mountains. Waves of sound swept through the mountains and fields, and even vaguely carried the residual sound of dragon roars. The animals in the mountains were frightened and either ran around or did not dare to. move.

Huang Hongchuan was beside Jiang Lang, picking his ears with his little finger.

"Why does King Jiang Dragon roar so loudly? It scares all the animals in the mountains!"

After Jiang Lang roared out, he took a few deep breaths and then looked at Huang Hongchuan.

"Oh, I lost! I lost to Lao Yi and Hui Mian!"

Huang Hongchuan used another hand to pick out the other ear, and then blew on his fingernails with a "huh~" sound.

"That's not true, it's only been a few months?"

In fact, the so-called bet does not include Yi Shuyuan, it is mainly between Jiang Lang and Hui Mian. Huang Hongchuan and the land god of Xihe Village have only heard about it.

Jiang Lang felt that he could just relax and wait to go out with Yi Shuyuan. This was the bet, but there were no conditions attached to the bet.

"well"

Jiang Lang looked slightly depressed.

"It's only been a few months. Normally, sometimes I can sleep for a few months at a time, but it's different here. I get dressed, get up, take off my clothes and go to bed every day. Occasionally we work and have meals together. Every day is the same." So, really”

Huang Hongchuan shook his head and thought for a while.

"Perhaps it's because Jiang Dragon King is a bystander after all. For Mr. Yi, this is integrating into his family's life, but for Jiang Dragon King, he is pretending to integrate into the world. For the Dragon Clan, it is like being put into a small water tank. Why? Not even comfortable."

Jiang Lang smiled and looked at the other side of the hill. Yi Shuyuan was also walking over carrying firewood. Everyone in Xihe Village knew that he, the eldest son of the Yi family, was in good health and often went up the mountain to chop firewood.

Hui Mian had already jumped onto Jiang Lang's shoulder.

"How about it? I told you that you can't wait until your husband goes out!"

Jiang Lang looked sideways at the little mink on his shoulder. In this late autumn, when winter is about to begin again, there are delicious food everywhere in the mountains. It is also holding a fruit and gnawing on it.

Moreover, many spiritual animals and spirits in Kuonan Mountain know Hui Mian, and many times when he enters the mountain, he will bring snacks to him.

"Why aren't you bored?"

Hui Mian stopped and grinned his fangs.

"Because my husband's life is also my life. We are really living, and you are acting out life!"

"well said!"

After Yi Shuyuan said this, he also arrived at the position behind the mountain temple, and he became Jiang Lang, a handsome young man accompanied by two woodcutters.

"Well, maybe mortal life is still too boring!"

Yi Shuyuan put down his load of firewood, looked at the beautiful scenery of Kuonan Mountain in late autumn, and said with emotion.

"The lives of mortals are actually not boring. Even the people in Ruxihe Village have their own thrills."

For example, his younger brother Yi Baokang has experienced many changes since he was a child, and he has been in trouble for a small person in the world.

"Okay, I will go back to Changfeng Lake. You are welcome to come to Changfeng Lake to find me at any time."

"Do you want to tell Baokang and the others?"

Upon hearing Hui Mian's suggestion, Jiang Lang quickly shook his head.

"No, it won't work. Just let me know, Lao Yi. Also, this is the cost of staying overnight during this period. I'm not arguing with your friends about this. The servants of the Yi family occasionally talk about me behind my back. Audible.”

Yi Shuyuan spread out his hands, and in his hands was a pearl as big as a dragon's eye.

"Okay, Mr. Huang, Lao Yi, Jiang will take his leave now!"

Jiang Lang saluted and stopped talking nonsense. He shook off Hui Mian with a shake of his shoulders, and then turned into a dragon shadow and flew away into the sky. The dragon's roar could still be faintly heard in the sky.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the sky, then lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand. The bright pearl appeared faintly.

"Isn't this thing enough to buy the entire Yi family mansion?"

The dragon shadow in the sky flew farther and farther, Jiang Lang looked back towards Kuonan Mountain. He was bored, but in fact it was not unbearable, but he suddenly understood that this wait would not last overnight.

The dragon's body spanned thousands of miles and fell from the sky when it reached Changfeng Lake.

There was no stormy sea, not even too big a wave. On the fishing boat on Changfeng Lake, which was preparing to return to port, no one would realize that a dragon had just fallen into the lake and had already swam to the Dragon Palace Water Mansion.

Before I arrived, I could already feel various auras, including those from the water tribe and other demon tribes. As expected, there were still many visitors. After all, compared to what Jiang Lang felt in Xihe Village, the few months here were really short. .

After a while, an angry dragon roar sounded in the Changfeng Lake Dragon Palace.

"hold head high--"

In an instant, many water tribes and monsters who had been waiting for months retreated in fright, and countless people broke out of the water to escape.——

In the Ejiang Water Mansion, Xia Linglan raised her head and looked toward the water above. From the dragon's roar, she could tell that the Dragon King of Changfeng Lake had returned.

Lu Yuwei and Jiang Zhuer walked over together, and Xia Linglan turned to look at them.

"Yuwei, let's go back to Tianyuan Pond."

"Ah? Aren't we waiting for Mr. Yi?"

Jiang Zhuer said quickly.

"Mrs. Xia, just stay here for a while, don't think it will disturb us!"

Xia Linglan smiled and shook her head.

"We are not disturbing you, but Mr. Yi! We have been waiting here for a long time, and it feels like we are forcing others."

Lu Yuwei frowned.

"Mr. Yi wouldn't think so, would he?"

"Sir, of course not, but we can't be so ignorant of etiquette! Let's go and say goodbye to Empress Yao E!"

As for Mr. Yi, the mother and daughter no longer show up. Xia Ling originally understood that the time Mr. Yi needed might not be too short. Even the Jiang Dragon King was gone, so he might as well leave this time.

——

In Mingzhou City, the deserted courtyard where Yi Shuyuan rented the house had been rebuilt after being collapsed and dilapidated. It was now tidier than before.

At this time, in the front yard, Mo Xiaorong was spinning happily in her new clothes. When the clothes turned, the little girl looked like a dancing butterfly, looking particularly agile and beautiful.

"It's so beautiful. I like it so much. Thank you Aunt Zhuo, hahahahahaha."

After spinning around for many times, the little girl became dizzy, and then rushed towards Zhuo Qing who was sitting in front of the door.

"Aunt Zhuo, brother said you just knit clothes with the hairpins on your head, you're so amazing!"

"This is not just a Bu Yao, it's a Tissot and a sword! Do you want to see it?"

Mo Xiaorong nodded wildly with surprise on his face.

"If you want to see it, you have to see it!"

Zhuo Qing stood up with a smile, took off the hairpin from her head, the sword appeared as she wished, and her long hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Amidst the soft sound of the sword, the slender golden shuttle sword without an edge appeared in Zhuo Qing's hand. Mo Xiaorong's eyes widened when he saw it. It was really a sword!

"Aunt Zhuo, you must be a swordsman, right? Can you show me your swordsmanship, even just one move? Brother always doesn't show me anything! Please!"

Zhuo Qing was holding a golden shuttle sword, and her posture was very handsome, but she was embarrassed when she heard the little girl's words. She could only control a golden shuttle, but she didn't know anything about swordsmanship.

"Please, please, just one move, just one sword! Before my brother comes to pick me up, please!"

Mo Xiaorong held Zhuo Qing's hand and kept shaking it. Zhuo Qing smiled and shook her head, thinking that it was just a shame.

"Okay, stay away!"

"Um!"

Mo Xiaorong ran under the eaves and looked expectantly at the fairy standing there holding a sword. Zhuo Qing closed her eyes slightly when facing her.

Although he had made a fool of himself, he didn't feel too burdened. But at this moment, Mi Li's smiling figure seemed to flash past in his mind, which made Zhuo Qing smile naturally.

Look at the sword!

Following the voice in her heart, feeling the atmosphere of this small courtyard, Zhuo Qing also shouted out.

"Look at the sword!"

"Zheng——"

The golden shuttle waved and danced together with the fluttering clothes, creating a half moonlight. The sound of the sword shook the surrounding areas, and the shadow of the sword seemed like the sound of strings.

At this moment, the sword energy has not moved but the sword intention is like a tide.

The entire wilderness seemed to be awakened, and countless fireflies flew up one after another, as if the stars at night were coming in advance!

Mo Xiaorong stared blankly at Zhuo Qing's figure standing with a sword, and then looked at the sky full of fireflies around her. For a moment, she just felt so beautiful.

On the road in the wilderness, Shi Sheng was walking on his way to pick up his sister.

Shi Sheng actually didn't know how long it took to make a heavenly garment, but the one Du Xiaolin wore last time didn't last long, and Aunt Zhuo obviously stayed here longer this time.

The Tianyi is completed today, and Aunt Zhuo should be leaving. Of course, this courtyard will definitely be maintained as much as possible in the future.

The Mo family has already come forward to find the descendants of the original family to buy that place. To be honest, they have forgotten about it, which is equivalent to giving away money for nothing.

But at this moment, when Shi Sheng heard the sound of the sword and felt the intention of the sword, his body trembled slightly. He stayed in place for a while, and then watched countless fireflies flying.

That girl will never forget it for the rest of her life.——

Sometimes time is like a slow moving snail, sometimes it is like water flowing through the gate.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Shuyuan has been in Xihe Village for almost four years since he returned home at the beginning of the Celestial Star Luo Dharma Assembly.

In the past four years, except for the initial visit by Jiang Lang and others, no one has bothered me since.

Again, three or four years is not a long dimension in the world of practitioners.

Perhaps, for some mortal people, three or four years is also very short.

It was still a cold night in Dayong Chengtian Mansion. Many relatives of the emperor and important officials of the court were alerted late at night, and then they rushed to the palace desperately.

Soon, the courtiers who came were already standing inside and outside the emperor's palace, and beside the bed were his closest family members and courtiers.

The imperial doctor who had just used various means to stabilize the emperor was already sweating profusely. Everyone knew that it was definitely not because the indoor brazier was too warm. It was only the cooperation of Zhang Liangxi, a great master, who saved the day.

However, given that the situation just now was indeed dangerous, it was naturally impossible for the many royal relatives and important court officials who had arrived to disperse, and some were still coming.

Somewhere outside the palace, the imperial doctor wiped the sweat with a sweat towel and was immediately stopped by Chu Hang and many other ministers.

"Imperial physician, how is your majesty's condition?" "Wasn't your majesty in good health a while ago?"

The imperial doctor looked at these powerful pillars of the imperial court, and all of them looked uneasy under the firelight.

"Alas, Your Majesty's body has become sick due to overwork over the years. In the past two years, he has not thought about resting, but has continued to work hard. The cornerstone has been rotted and the building will collapse. My lords, I want to take a rest."

The imperial doctor handed over and left. As the chief of the imperial hospital, he could only seize the time to rest, and he had to be there whenever he was called!

The emperor had regained consciousness on the bed, and the queen beside him held his hand tightly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what do you have to say? Ziji, Ziji, come here quickly!"

The prince hurriedly approached the bed, looked over when he saw his father's eyes, and opened and closed his mouth slightly.

"Are all the important officials of the imperial court here?"

"Here, Father, all the important ministers are here! What are your orders?"

At this moment, the prince's sadness did not seem to be fake, but in fact, there was another kind of excitement in his heart. In fact, he knew that his father had already left the edict.

"Tan, where is Tan Yuanshang?"

Tan Yuanshang, who was also waiting aside, passed through the many close concubines, princes and princesses, and knelt down beside the bed, with tears in his sad eyes.

"Your Majesty, Tan Yuanshang is here!"

The emperor's face showed a bit of relief, but he seemed to be looking for something, and it took him a while to react.

"Send someone to pass on the Book of Changes to the Yuan Dynasty for an audience."

Perhaps at this moment, the emperor had no time to remember that Mr. Yi was getting old, or perhaps at this moment, he was being willful for the last time.

Who is Yi Shuyuan? Many people present had never heard of it, and many important ministers looked at each other, but Tan Yuanshang stood up immediately.

"According to the order!"

After saying that, Tan Yuanshang rushed out of the palace quickly.

But before Tan Yuanshang could get far, there were cries of grief from behind, making him freeze in the palace courtyard, but he didn't dare to look back!

Snow fell from the sky, turning Chengtian Mansion white overnight.

In the winter of the thirty-third year of Chengxing, Xiang Yi, the emperor of Dayong who had been diligent in his life, passed away at the age of fifty-nine!