Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The breeze sent Yi Shuyuan flying over the city, passing by the city on the east and west sides of the ridge, he saw Mai Lingfei and Pei Changtian standing opposite each other. It was obvious that they were competing in a contest.

Pei Changtian stood solemnly and bowed his hands to Ah Fei.

"Master Mai, I'm very grateful to you for accepting Pei's rude challenge again, so that I can know how far behind I am from the innate master!"

Ah Fei returned the favor.

"Brother Pei, don't worry, I will take action with all my strength!"

Pei Changtian had a smile on his face.

"Okay, with what Master Mai said, Pei Changtian is satisfied!"

A Fei looked around, at the city a little further away, and at the forest beside the official road in the distance. He still remembered that Mr. Yi had also taught him martial arts outside the city, letting him understand the gap between himself and the innate realm.

Of course, Pei Changtian is a martial arts master of the generation, and fighting with him is not about giving advice, it is just about fulfilling the opponent's wish.

"After today, Mai will no longer be involved in Jianghu affairs!"

"Master Mai, you."

Looking at Pei Changtian's expression, A Fei smiled and stretched out a hand as an invitation to start.

"please!"

"please!"

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

A gust of wind passed by A Fei and Pei Changtian, making their clothes rustle. Even though the two of them were the best in martial arts, they were still two old men.

But Yi Shuyuan did not wait to see the result of the competition, but left Dengzhou with the breeze, then soared up and flew into the distance with a swaying feeling, which was also the direction of Zeng's home.

Looking back to the direction of Lingdong, it was a once vigorous place.

"Sir, don't we see who wins?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Do you need to see it?"

"Oh, that's right. How could A Fei lose?"

Yi Shuyuan's smile did not change. It was not a matter of losing or losing. However, even though he had achieved immortality at this moment, he was somewhat sentimental and did not want to see the result.

Perhaps he was aware of this, or perhaps Hui Mian felt it himself. He lay on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and looked back at Lingdong, sighing after a long time.

"Sir, I have gone to see Tan Yuanshang before. Of course he doesn't know that after this autumn harvest on Lingdong Road and Hexi Road, Tan Yuanshang will completely live in seclusion and never show up again. In addition, Chu Hang has passed away, and Mai Lingfei , Duan Silie, Lin Xiu, Wu Minggao, two generations of Mingjuns and many others."

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but interrupt Hui Mian.

"Hey, hey, some people are still alive!"

Hui Mian grinned and couldn't help but complain.

"Sir, you broke the atmosphere I was brewing."

After saying this, Hui Mian paused for a moment, and then continued speaking with emotion again.

"Even if it's just the moment Chu Hang leaves, does it mean the end of an era?"

Yi Shuyuan was silent for a long time, with a faint smile on his calm face, he nodded and shook his head slightly.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each of them leads the way for hundreds of years."

And, at least their stories will live on! ——

Early the next morning, Yuezhou, Yuanjiang County.

Xihe Village, which seemed to never change much, has also changed a lot.

When Yi Shuyuan returned here, he almost couldn't recognize this place if the Xihe River, a tributary of the Ejiang River, had not changed its course.

Although more than twenty years have passed since the last time he left home, Yi Shuyuan still remembers that he also visited once in the meantime, and his hometown has not changed so exaggeratedly.

But now, the original scope and layout of the entire Xihe Village have changed a lot. Not to mention that the scope has expanded a lot, let’s talk about the changes in the houses. There are houses with white walls and black tiles everywhere, and there are many roads in the village. They are all paved with bluestone slabs, and even the courtyard walls are neatly repaired.

There are several bridges on the Xihe River.

Many thatched houses that were once seen everywhere seem to have disappeared, and there are still many similar buildings where the grain drying fields were originally located.

Needless to say, all these changes must be related to the Yi family. It is impossible for ordinary people to affect such changes in the structure.

And I have to say that this pattern change is quite beautiful. From the air, looking at Xihe Village and Kuonan Mountain vaguely connected along the roads and fields, it looks like a painting.

It's just that no matter how beautiful this painting is, Yi Shuyuan can't really appreciate it, because the beauty in his heart is incomparable.

When he was in the air, Yi Shuyuan had already seen that the Yi family's mansion had changed again, becoming more majestic and unfamiliar, and even the address was no longer the same as before.

Yi Shuyuan did not enter the village. After falling from the sky, he walked on the path outside the village, crossed the bridge to the field edge of Xihe, and walked forward along the path to the horizon.

Most of the buildings in Xihe Village are on one side of the bank, and most of them are fields on the other side. This fact has not changed.

In a small village, there are two bridges crossing the river. Although the Xihe River is not very wide, it is not too narrow either. This bridge naturally has some tricks. It is not very small, but it is also very special.

Some villagers were on the opposite bank to collect water, wash clothes, and wash rice. They saw a Confucian scholar across the river fanning a folding fan and looking over here, which also attracted many villagers to look at him.

However, it is not uncommon for Confucian scholars to come here to appreciate it, and the villagers don't find it strange. It's just that occasionally someone points and talks in a low voice.

After all, the scenery of Kuonan Mountain is well-known far and near, and it is still favored by literati. And "Xihe Town at the foot of Kuonan Mountain" is also famous now. It is most suitable to start from Xihe Town when visiting Kuonan Mountain.

Yi Shuyuan could hear people talking about where he came from, whether he was from Yuezhou Academy, and whether he was a literati from somewhere, but no one recognized him as being from Xihe Village.

Of course, Yi Shuyuan at this moment is not as old as before.

When he reached the second bridge, Yi Shuyuan showed a smile on his face. He put away the folding fan in his hand and swung it forward to become a thin fishing rod.

An old man with a felt hat and a slightly stooped figure walked from the stone road over there, followed closely by a middle-aged servant beside him.

Although it seemed that he could no longer straighten up completely, the old man's steps were still relatively steady. He walked step by step to the river, and many people by the river suddenly greeted him.

"Mr. Yi!" "Mr. Yi, are you coming out today?"

"Old Master, the weather is cool today. I will be fishing for a while. Can you give me some advice?"

The old man nodded and smiled, with his hands behind his back, walking step by step towards the bridge, looking at the river surface and the direction of E River in the distance. He seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed a little confused as to why he came here.

"Awei, I forgot my fishing rod."

The servant on the side explained.

"Old man, we are here for a walk."

"Oh, walk, walk"

The old man walked up the steps. He was so strong that he did not need the help of a servant. But when he reached the center of the stone bridge, the old man looked at the water again and turned around to ask.

"Awei, have you brought your fishing rod?"

"Old man, we are here for a walk. I am Ade."

"Oh, oh, Ade, what about Awei?"

The old man was confused. The servant hesitated and told the lie he had told many times.

"Awei went to his grandson's house two years ago to enjoy his blessings."

"oh"

The old man nodded, then turned his eyes, and suddenly saw someone fishing not far from the bridge on the other side early in the morning.

The old man squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly, but he seemed to be a Confucian scholar.

Hey, maybe he’s from Yuezhou.

The old man walked excitedly to the other side. Although "Awei" seemed to have forgotten to bring his fishing rod, there were others fishing, so he still had to go and have a look to see how much he caught!

Yi Shuyuan held a fishing rod in his hand and used stones as a bench to sit fishing not far from the bridge. His eyes were staring at the fish bobber as if he was not distracted, but he heard the words on the other side and on the bridge just now.

"Hey, you, a Confucian scholar, how many fish have you caught?"

An old voice came, and Yi Shuyuan turned around to look. The old man with the servants beside him had already arrived, and his steps were already very vigorous for an old man of this age.

"Oh, I've only been fishing for a while, and I haven't caught any fish at all!"

With a smile on his face, the old man walked step by step to Yi Shuyuan and looked at the fish basket beside him. Indeed, there was no fish at all. The smile on his face seemed to be even brighter.

"Young man, you need to be patient and calm when fishing. Our Xihe River is connected to the E River. There are often big fish scurrying here, and some people even see pigs crossing the river."

"Well, the old gentleman is right!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled, and there was some special emotion in his eyes, while Hui Mian came close to Yi Shuyuan's ear and whispered something.

"Sir, Yong An doesn't even recognize you."